Emeric Kessel<br/>AC: 27      SD: F-22, R-28, W-14<br/>TAC: 17   CMD: 24<br/>FFAC: 21   HP: 123/123<br/><br/>Emeric rubbed at his head after coming around to his normal self. The fact that they were no longer around Viserion or the area that they had initially entered the Graveyard left him a bit disoriented. Given that they had obviously moved forward disturbed him because it felt as though he had missed something.<br/><br/>He checked his bandolier again and saw that one of his extract vials was empty and one of his mutagen vials were empty as well. He couldn’t accuse any of his party members, after all no one could benefit from them. The mutagen would just make anyone else disgustingly sick and the extract would be an off tasting fluid to anyone but him.<br/><br/>He took out his journal and flipped to the last page and was going to grab his ink and quill when he noticed the note there in a hand neither his own nor his party members.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: lucida calligraphy;">‘Stock up on the beer and smokes, genius. And the next time you wake me up, there’d better be something with more curves and caressable flesh than that last two times you woke me up.<br/><br/><br/>                     ~Your other half,<br/>                        Edward’<br/></span><br/>He was so dumbfounded by this that he barely registered the undead woman, the book, or the portal. Finally he shook himself and asked loudly enough that everyone could hear him,<br/><br/>“Would one of you people, kindly explain to me what the hell is going on?” said Emeric pointing to the note in his journal. “Who is this Edward fellow? And I don’t ever recall waking anyone.”