<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/g56yEcl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Angelique Dhark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2592950)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Silver Fork, Detmer<br/><br/><strong>Hit Points/Current:</strong>16/ 16<strong>AC:</strong>14<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Angelique had been the first of the group to arrive, having a seat at the table with Thuran and Yarila. Instead of engaging in much conversation though, she had simply sat there patiently as the others arrived, silently reading through the first dozen or so pages of a book bound in blackened leather with white lettering on the front in a language that the others likely couldn’t read. At first glance, she looked somewhat uninterested and annoyed, but it was really just more anxiety than anything. She wasn’t exactly the most social of butterflies. Not that she hadn’t been trying to do better.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until questions were asked and subsequently answered that she suddenly closed the book with an unceremonious thud. She let out a slightly annoyed huff. “Perhaps in the future, sir Helmsgard, you should provide all relevant information up front if you wish to avoid others jumping to conclusions? That being said, I’m sure most of us would agree the possibility of demons and devils is not a situation to be applauded. We can hardly walk into Molthune on a whim though. Has the agency at least seen fit to provide some manner of false documents or writs of travel to avoid drawing suspicion from the guards?”<br/><br/>