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I see. Thank you. :) EDIT: Ok, I got the book now. Seems I can't download it, as I would with Paizo, but I can read it online as HTML and download maps and graphics from it in high quality.

If I buy the digital assets for say dndbeyond, can I then import them into MapTool, as Kamshiro_Rin suggested? My impression was that, if I buy assets for Roll20 or dndbeyond, I can only use the assets in the respective platform, but they don't actually hand me a file, or do they? If that were the case, I could just subscribe, buy the package, cancel the subscription and be done with it?

"proceed to the next section" sounds good to me. I don't quite understand the MapTool reference... my problem is that I don't have any digital assets. I am perfectly happy to work with The Gimp for the maps themselves, though I heard others suggesting vector graphics programs such as Inkspace. Oh, let me guess: I need to have a D&D Beyond account after all... :/ I think I may have found something. Ok, if the adventure and the campaign setting is in the same book... is there some kind of Player's Guide with the variant rules for players?

I would like to run "Dragonlance - Shadow of the Dragon Queen". I ordered this book now: Is there anything else I need to run it as an AL game? Particularly, is this both adventure and campaign setting, or only one of the two? Is there any way to buy the digital assets as well? Meaning maps, illustrations etc. I saw a pack for Roll20 on dmsguild.com, but I don't want to run it on Roll20, I want to run it here.

Appearance Age 23 | Height 5' 10" (1.78m) | Weight 132 lbs. (60 kg) | Hair Chestnut | Eyes Brown | Complexion Warm, light tan Description Mareen possesses a round and gentle face, complemented by warm eyes. Her appearance is so distinctly feminine and curved that it's difficult to imagine she was once the leading prima ballerina of Waterdeep just five years prior. She wears her hair down, favoring simple, long dresses in gold, light blue, and deep green; she seldom wears the same outfit twice. The cut of her clothes reveals the strength of her thighs, while deep necklines accentuate her femininity and draw attention away from her robust upper arms. Statblock Sheet | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (human) | Classes Bard (Swords) 3 | Background Entertainer (Acrobat, Dancer) Init +3 | AC 14 (Leather) | Passive Insight 12; Investigation 12; Perception 11 | Saves Str +1, Dex +5, Con +2, Int 0, Wis 0, Cha +5 Languages Common, Elvish HD d8 ☐☐☐| HP 21/21 | Bardic Inspiration ☐☐☐ | Spell Slots I: ☐☐☐☐ II: ☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on - | Hands Main -, Off - Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Mareen giggled when the full extent of Gemma's bubbly personality came to bear. Mareen would have preferred not being publicly identified, but she wasn't going to deny. "Yes, I used to be the prima ballerina in Waterdeep. Whether I am still that fabulous I leave up to you; I am not a girl anymore. I am more versatile and of an acrobat than a ballerina by now and my performance is much more fitting for a cosy tavern than a pretentious large hall." There was a time when she had wanted to be the embodiment of purity and grace and it had been hard for her to accept when she had grown out of it. By now, she preferred a crowd that was laughing and having fun watching with a sexy young woman perform astounding tricks, rather than a notoriously complicated routine. "Before everything else, I am a travelling bard. And since you're going to perform with me, for tonight, so are you. So, what's your stage name? The Gleaming Gemma, maybe?" Fuma, who was scaring Mareen a little bit with his steady staring, interrupted only be intent blinking, admitted that he would like to hear Gemma's music. That made him climb several steps on Mareen sympathy ladder. And she was beginning to entertain the possibility of liking him. His most verbose monologue was expressing his favour for music; it might be a clever idea to put her Gemma's songs in the center and flip the roles occasionally. "It is nice to meet you, Fuma. Let us know what you like, and we'll play it for you." She smirked upon Sanguinus remark regarding a rust monster. "A rust monster? I sense a story there. Care to tell me about it? I will find out one way or another, so you might as well present your point of view first. You might want to take somebody along who relies less on steel than you do... and a bard, of course, for otherwise it will be like it never happened." Mareen noticed a pretty girl, local by her body language, taking a seat apart from the others. Only a moment later, a breathtaking beauty, Krone, walked through the room, down to earth in her attitude, but eerily graceful in her motions. I looked like she was a local, too. "Well met, it is a pleasure indeed. Your entry left me impressed; you have an outstanding natural grace. But..." Alright, this might insult the white-haired mystical maiden, but it was better to ask now than carry the question around. "Did you say your name was 'crone'?" Once that was cleared, Mareen nodded to the bag with the lute. "Given Glenna's permission, I am going to give acrobatics, and sword dancing show later. Gemma offered to help with the music. Would you like to share the dancing lights, too? I hope this isn't me poaching in your terrain?"

Appearance Age 21 | Height 5' 7" (1.70m) | Weight 107 lbs. (48kg) | Hair Red | Eyes Deep Blue | Complexion Pale | Special Marks Least Mark of Making on left shoulder, extensive rose - and thorn vine tattoo on right shoulder, hairstyle that is only achievable by means of magic, excessive make-up Description Lucille is a young artist, who is her own subject and creation, Lucille is meticulously styled, pushing the boundaries of societal norm. Her blazing red hair is magically shaped to resemble a flowing river, dramatic pale make-up with cherry red lipstick and dark blue eyes are contrasted symbols darkened symbols of the of the Silver Flame in variations and colorations that remind of Blood of Vol symbolism. That also includes her spellcasting focus, an onyx rosary. Lucille is no longer a follower of the Silver Flame, but she will forever honour her parents, who were true believers. Aside from the Least Mark of Making on her left shoulder, she promotes extensive magical tattoos on her right shoulder, ankles and, in intimate situations, lower belly. A simple black vinyl dress complements her. Given her aggressive self-display and her reserved attitude, she can seem arrogant, which couldn't be further from the truth. She cares deeply about others, particularly warforged. Her self-display is as much expression of her critical views of the privileged class (including herself) as it is the forward defense of a very vulnerable person. Statblock Sheet | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (human) | Classes Wizard (Transmutation) 2 | Background House Agent Init +3 | AC 13 (none) | Passive Insight 9; Investigation 15; Perception 9 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +2, Int +5, Wis +1, Cha +1 Languages Common, Draconic HD d6 ☐☐ | HP 14/14 | Spellsmith ☐ | Arcane Recovers ☐ | Spell Slots I: ☐☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Owl's Wisdom | Hands Main Glass of fresh lemonade, Off - Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Lucille's ears were clinging to Ellara's vocoder, memorizing every word the warforged maiden said about the signal. The redhead was inclined to trust Ellara's assessment that it wasn't the Lord of Blades. Her smile widened when Ellara asked to join up. "I was going to ask the same thing. The Mournland is dangerous. We could watch out for each other - a toxic cloud or even vengeful spirit might not affect you, whereas the signal itself, dust and corrosion might." She paused a bit and considered how to phrase the next thought, until she carefully continued: "Let's just say there may have been a naïve artist in Sharn, who accidentally provided maintenance for free, and forgot about Cannith's tariffs." She showed a brief, cheeky smile. "On the other hand, your intuition for the signal and my analytical understanding complement each other." "I wouldn't know about the Gigantic, that wasn't in the briefing, and I didn't follow the news. Erm... here..." she dug in her large shoulder bag and produced a leather folder. "Have a look at these readouts, maybe it helps you determining the location." She quickly hid the folder away when the guard appeared. These guys could not have seemed less trustworthy if they tried, and even though they weren't asking for anything that Lucille hadn't spread around already, Lucille decided to remain vague. House Orien was a human house and even if they hired somebody from House Phiarlan, that person would be much more charming; unless Lucille had misread the race and the woman was really Khoravar, then she might be Deneith. "I hope you're having a wonderful day, Miss." Lucille responded, falling back on her etiquette training. "That's difficult to answer. I am from Cyre... let's just say I have unfinished family business there that is anything but pleasurable. There are reasons I wear black, beyond an admittedly existing fashion tick." Lucille angled her head and examined the detachment again. "I cannot help but notice that you're well-armed for a mere ticket control. Is anything wrong? Neither my companion," she nodded to Liam, "nor I are lightning rail artificers, but we could try commune with the engine spirit if it needs calming down." That Liam wasn't a lightning rail artificer was a safe guess. He was simply too young, only the best and most loyal got there, and both the influence and the knowledge to decades to acquire. The lightning rail lines were built by Orien, and Orien operated the network. But the trains and cars were built by House Cannith. Still, there was nothing that Lucille could realistically do if there was anything wrong with the elemental spirit that drove this train.

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That is by far the most helpful post I've seen in a while. 💖 It even lists the legal third party adventures in the final tab! No more staring at the dmsguild and guessing what, whether I can use and how it relates to other stuff!

Appearance Age 21 | Height 5' 7" (1.70m) | Weight 107 lbs. (48kg) | Hair Red | Eyes Deep Blue | Complexion Pale | Special Marks Least Mark of Making on left shoulder, extensive rose - and thorn vine tattoo on right shoulder, hairstyle that is only achievable by means of magic, excessive make-up Description Lucille is a young artist, who is her own subject and creation, Lucille is meticulously styled, pushing the boundaries of societal norm. Her blazing red hair is magically shaped to resemble a flowing river, dramatic pale make-up with cherry red lipstick and dark blue eyes are contrasted symbols darkened symbols of the faith by which she was betrayed, but still ties her to her parents. Aside from the Least Mark of Making on her left shoulder, she promotes extensive magical tattoos on her right shoulder, ankles and, in intimate situations, lower belly. A simple black vinyl dress complements her. Given her aggressive self-display and her reserved attitude, she can seem arrogant, which couldn't be further from the truth. She cares deeply about others, particularly warforged. Her self-display is as much expression of her critical views of the privileged class (including herself) as it is the forward defense of a very vulnerable person. Statblock Sheet | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (human) | Classes Wizard (Transmutation) 2 | Background House Agent Init +3 | AC 13 (none) | Passive Insight 9; Investigation 15; Perception 9 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +2, Int +5, Wis +1, Cha +1 Languages Common, Draconic HD d6 ☐☐ | HP 14/14 | Spellsmith ☐ | Arcane Recovers ☐ | Spell Slots I: ☐☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Owl's Wisdom | Hands Main Glass of fresh lemonade, Off - Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Prelude (Cleaning Up the Mess from Last Post) Lucille had been talking to the bartender, asking Bellbey to allow her using the bar. Right when she suggested that she wouldn't be making a mess, she elaborate gestures caused her to hit a jar with pickled eggs and tip it over. "I am so sorry! Let me clean this up," she pressed out. She summoned an invisible servant to assist her; with three hands, one of them visible, Lucille had quickly disposed of the eggs that had fallen out and dried the floor. The fourth hand she used to gather the skirt of her dress as she ducked down - there was no way she would kneel or let her dress touch the ground. The invisible servant kept wiping a bit when she turned back to the bartender. "Alright, I'd like a lemonade please, and, if you have grapes, some grape juice would be nice." She got what she ordered, paid, dismissed the Unseen Servant, took the glasses and returned. The glass she handed to Liam when she returned was cold, even though there was no indication that the freshly squeezed juice had been cooled in any way. It would have been difficult to notice, but the prestidigitation spells Lucille used earlier where still in effect and she used them with the same naturalness as she used her hands. "Here you go," Lucille said in an abrupt manner, handing over the glass with grape juice to Liam. She really wanted this embarrassing affair to be over. Taking her seat again, she drank from her own glass and picked up on the conversation again. To Bovik, she admitted: "I would feel a safer if you were there to smash any problems. I do have magic and an analytical mind to deal with problems, but if some twisted beast of pure hatred is charging me in this mess..." she indicated the window, "I would rather rely on a companion with the mass and strength to just smash it. Alas, I am not sure whether I can afford to pay you, but on a ship like this, there is bound to be a lot of valuables." Her voice took on a slightly melancholic tone as she looked into the mists surrounding the lightning rail car. "Seems like anything in the Mournland is free for the taking; I might not like, considering that includes my childhood home and my parents' workshop which would be my legitimate inheritance, but I don't really expect anything of value to remain once I get there; things of value do have a habit of finding an owner. That' just life." Lucille's face became visibly warmer when Ellara addressed. The human woman's dark blue eyes traced the lines of the pretty warforged, but deciphered not only the surface, but design choices deep within her. "No need to excuse yourself; you're most welcome." Lucille returned. "I am Lucille, it's pleasure to meet you and yes, I do indeed plan to investigate the signal. As an artist, I think it does have a deeper aesthetic to it, a purpose and while it might not seem like much, it is a harbinger of change to Khorvaire. Could be a siren call by the Lord of Blades." Lucille shrugged and her voice remained sceptical. In her opinion, the Lord of Blades wasn't artist enough for something like that, but it was an obvious possibility. "What do you think? Does the signal appeal to you, touch something new in you?" She nodded an lowered her eyes a little: "Hope you don't my saying so, but you're beauty amazes me. I love the way your pretty face integrates with its surrounding, how all those little pistons in your neck interlink and your inertial sensor bestows you with a grace that my crude inner ear can't match. You must have been a daughter to your creator, just like the models that my parents created were siblings to me." Lucille noticed the strange arrogant woman, Rogue, which Lucille couldn't place, neither in allegiance, nor in the way Lucille felt about her. Not because Lucille didn't feel anything about the woman's entry, but she because she felt very conflicting things about her: Lucille resented the aristocrat passionately. This self righteous little witch was the living embodiment of everything that Lucille hated about the houses and the upper class. On the other hand, she was so consequent in the way she carried herself, defined herself, and displayed an unyielding vanity that Lucille could totally get behind that Lucille couldn't help but admire her. Lastly, Lucille envied the woman's confidence and commandeering effect on others. Lucille wanted somebody to throw the woman off the lightning rail, make out with her, and be just like her, all at the same time. The absurdity of Lucille's conflicting emotions had something amusing. 'Who knows, maybe she's an imposter who doesn't really come from an upper class background and the only reason she's well-doing is because everybody thinks she's wealthy and thus tries to be forthcoming. With this charm, nobody is going to be able to resist her, I certainly can't.' Lucille smirked widely as she regarded the aristocrat from the side, and curious what she might do next, but she would never dare to say anything. OOC Lucille's tipping over the jar was a consequence of a rolled natural 1 earlier. I wasn't quite sure how obvious it is that Rogue is a Yuan-Ti, hence I didn't react to it.

Obviously I cannot speak for the DM, but the default assumption is that the current year is 998 YK. In "Eberron, Rising from the Last War" it says so on page 7 in the section "Calendar". The Treaty of Thronehold (11 Aryth, 996 YK) was signed two years ago, and the Day of Mourning (20 Olarune, 994 YK) was four years ago. That was my assumption for determining my characters age - For the sake of simplicity, I state my character was 21 years old, but the true definition is that the Day of Mourning was her 17th birthday, which would put her birthday at 20 Olarune, 977 YK. If it were otherwise I'd like to know, so I can adjust my character's age. I would rather not adjust my character's birthday.

I could imagine doing that, but it will take 2 - 3 weeks to read into this and prepare myself; I am not familiar with the setting, but very curious. So, if anybody else feels like: "Yes, I want to be those arrogant little upstarts' doom and torment them with my wicked schemes! Muahahaha!" Please, do go ahead, in case of doubt I'll just start another group.

Appearance Age 21 | Height 5' 7" (1.70m) | Weight 107 lbs. (48kg) | Hair Red | Eyes Deep Blue | Complexion Pale | Special Marks Least Mark of Making on left shoulder, extensive rose - and thorn vine tattoo on right shoulder, hairstyle that is only achievable by means of magic, excessive make-up Description Lucille is a young artist, who is her own subject and creation, Lucille is meticulously styled, pushing the boundaries of societal norm. Her blazing red hair is magically shaped to resemble a flowing river, dramatic pale make-up with cherry red lipstick and dark blue eyes are contrasted symbols darkened symbols of the faith by which she was betrayed, but still ties her to her parents. Aside from the Least Mark of Making on her left shoulder, she promotes extensive magical tattoos on her right shoulder, ankles and, in intimate situations, lower belly. A simple black vinyl dress complements her. Given her aggressive self-display and her reserved attitude, she can seem arrogant, which couldn't be further from the truth. She cares deeply about others, particularly warforged. Her self-display is as much expression of her critical views of the privileged class (including herself) as it the forward defense of a very vulnerable person. Statblock Sheet | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (human) | Classes Wizard (Transmutation) 2 | Background House Agent Init +3 | AC 13 (none) | Passive Insight 9; Investigation 15; Perception 9 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +2, Int +5, Wis +1, Cha +1 Languages Common, Draconic HD d6 ☐☐ | HP 14/14 | Spellsmith ☐ | Arcane Recovers ☐ | Spell Slots I: ☐☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Owl's Wisdom | Hands Main Glass of Whiskey, Off - Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Lucille smirked and raised an eyebrow upon the request but didn't say anything. Instead, she placed the book she was reading earlier "Art and Philosophy of Warforged Design" onto her seat to mark it as occupied and walked up to the bar. That's when she briefly hesitated. She would have to ask something unusual, which people might consider inappropriate. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and addressed the bartender: "Bellbey, I take it? I... how to put this..." the pale face became slightly pinker. She had overheard the name from the conversation of the tiger-tabaxi earlier. 'You're flustered. If you can't hide it, use it!' "Here is the thing," she started. "I would very much like to show off my Mark a little. Would you mind if I used the alchem... I mean mixing tools to mix a soft drink for my companions and myself. Pretty please?" She batted her styled lashes in an exaggerated fashion to underline how nervous she was making this request. "I'll pay, of course, and won't make a mess. Promise." Most people would associate the art of mixing drinks with the Mark of Hospitality, not that of making. Lucille was an excellent alchemist though. Mixing a potion and mixing a drink was the same thing. On top of it, she had the magic shape vessels, change the temperature of things instantaneously clean ingredients. There was no excuse for not using the Mark of Making for the little things in life, rather than create life, destroying nations, otherwise playing God and afterwards claiming innocence. OOC Trying to convince the to let Lucille use the bar to mix some drinks. ... Well, that's a natural 1. Does she spill something arguing how she won't make a mess?

Appearance Age 21 | Height 5' 7" (1.70m) | Weight 107 lbs. (48kg) | Hair Red | Eyes Deep Blue | Complexion Pale | Special Marks Least Mark of Making on left shoulder, extensive rose - and thorn vine tattoo on right shoulder, hairstyle that is only achievable by means of magic, excessive make-up Description Lucille is a young artist, who is her own subject and creation, Lucille is meticulously styled, pushing the boundaries of societal norm. Her blazing red hair is magically shaped to resemble a flowing river, dramatic pale make-up with cherry red lipstick and dark blue eyes are contrasted symbols darkened symbols of the faith by which she was betrayed, but still ties her to her parents. Aside from the Least Mark of Making on her left shoulder, she promotes extensive magical tattoos on her right shoulder, ankles and, in intimate situations, lower belly. A simple black vinyl dress complements her. Given her aggressive self-display and her reserved attitude, she can seem arrogant, which couldn't be further from the truth. She cares deeply about others, particularly warforged. Her self-display is as much expression of her critical views of the privileged class (including herself) as it the forward defense of a very vulnerable person. Statblock Sheet | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (human) | Classes Wizard (Transmutation) 2 | Background House Agent Init +3 | AC 13 (none) | Passive Insight 9; Investigation 15; Perception 9 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +2, Int +5, Wis +1, Cha +1 Languages Common, Draconic HD d6 ☐☐ | HP 14/14 | Spellsmith ☐ | Arcane Recovers ☐ | Spell Slots I: ☐☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Owl's Wisdom | Hands Main Glass of Whiskey, Off - Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Lucille took a sip from her whiskey as she listened Liam. She would have left a significant lipstick print, as she removed her hand, the marking magically disappeared. Those with magic would realise that she was drawing on the effects of a prestidigitation spell, which she invoked every now and then without casting it anew. Even though maintaining the spell cost a certain amount of concentration in the back of her mind, she didn’t seem to be consciously aware that when she applied it; it was just the way things worked for her. “I hope we find them,” she responded when Laim concluded. His relative might still be alive. Lucille’s own parents died along with millions of others when the event happened, she didn’t have doubt in that regard, but it was still eating her that she couldn’t bury them. Liam only knew that his relative was probably dead. Of course, Lucille would help, that wasn’t even a question. “Using scrying spells to penetrate the … mist, or whatever it is, is dangerous. If I put myself to it, I might be able to figure out a ’Locate Object’ spell; it has its limitation, but it might help.” She sighed and rubbed her temples, “Then again, we don’t have the time for arcane studies if we really want to help. The Red Scale Canyon is at least a starting point. I must admit that I haven’t followed the news on the Gigantic so far. She was a Lyrandar liner that was bigger than usual, right?” She folded her legs the other way and took a moment to take in the room before she continued. She still avoided to look out the large glass panels. When I was summoned by the House representation, I was a little peeved at first. “I was researching arcane tattoos, and arcane paint jobs for warforged, in a little atelier that I shared with a painter in Sharn. I could have done without being summoned the house representation. But then they showed me plots of that signal and since then, it doesn’t let me go again. Is it the weapon? Is it warforged thing? What does it transmit? Is it a good or a bad omen? Whatever unanswered questions remain after the war; we must figure out what that is!” Earlier, Lucille had tried to keep quiet on the subject, but now she clearly got carried away. “I need another drink; something lemonade this time. Can I get you anything while I am at it?” OOC

I love Fuma's eloquent entry! However, may that Mareen misinterprets his charming overtures of friendship and hides behind Sanguinus.

Appearance Age 21 | Height 5' 7" (1.70m) | Weight 107 lbs. (48kg) | Hair Red | Eyes Deep Blue | Complexion Pale | Special Marks Least Mark of Making on left shoulder, extensive rose - and thorn vine tattoo on right shoulder, hairstyle that is only achievable by means of magic, excessive make-up Description Lucille is a young artist, who is her own subject and creation, Lucille is meticulously styled, pushing the boundaries of societal norm. Her blazing red hair is magically shaped to resemble a flowing river, dramatic pale make-up with cherry red lipstick and dark blue eyes are contrasted symbols darkened symbols of the faith by which she was betrayed, but still ties her to her parents. Aside from the Least Mark of Making on her left shoulder, she promotes extensive magical tattoos on her right shoulder, ankles and, in intimate situations, lower belly. A simple black vinyl dress complements her. Given her aggressive self-display and her reserved attitude, she can seem arrogant, which couldn't be further from the truth. She cares deeply about others, particularly warforged. Her self-display is as much expression of her critical views of the privileged class (including herself) as it the forward defense of a very vulnerable person. Statblock Sheet | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (human) | Classes Wizard (Transmutation) 2 | Background House Agent Init +3 | AC 13 (none) | Passive Insight 9; Investigation 15; Perception 9 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +2, Int +5, Wis +1, Cha +1 Languages Common, Draconic HD d6 ☐☐ | HP 14/14 | Spellsmith ☐ | Arcane Recovers ☐ | Spell Slots I: ☐☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Owl's Wisdom | Hands Main Glass of Whiskey, Off - Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Lucille looked up to Rekunaar, returned the smile, and when she noticed that he was sipping a tea, exhaled the cigarette smoke away from him. "And it's getting stranger by the minute..." Bovik probably wouldn't take risks for Lucille, but big as he was, he might not have to. Either way, his presence made her bolder than she otherwise would have been. Rekunaar's presence here suggested a modicum of wealth and his choice of drink would have been more common amongst the upper class. Her first instinct was to guess he belonged with a House, but the simple style of his equipment, although expensive, didn't fit. She shook her head and, squeezed out the cigarette in ash tray, picked up her glass of whiskey and to asked: "Are you with House Tharashk? I am Lucille... d'Cannith." Usually adding the last name wasn't necessary due to the dragon mark, but he wouldn't be able to see it on her left shoulder from his perspective. She didn't really like spelling it out; it made her feel like one of those sleazy agents who believed they owned the world. But not declaring her allegiance, would be even filthier. She nodded to the window. "For me it's an homecoming, of sorts. I haven't been here since I was eleven years old." she sighed and her voice trembled slightly, but she managed to maintain her composure. She closed her eye momentarily and left it to him to infer that Lucille's being 11 years old was more than four years ago, and thus before the day of Mourning. "But what about you? Wait..." she shifted in her seat, examined Rekunaar, and tried to come up with most silly romantic story she could think of: "You're after a long lost love who has been whisked away by one of the Daughters of Sora Kell into the... Mournland?" Spelling out the word 'Mournland' rather than 'Cyre' took visible effort. OOC