Anya Surtova - Human Cleric
AC: 13 | HP: 9/9 | Initiative: +0 | Passive Perception: 13
Anya chuckles at the young man's observation of Lady Jamandi's estate. Nice house? Well, that's one way of looking at a 600 year-old estate, one of the finest examples of Early Rostland architecture in the land. The tall, slender, dark-haired woman sat back from the group, eyeing the rest of the candidates as one would a new platoon. Some good muscle here, if they can follow orders. Looks like we have a scout or two as well. Always useful on a field op. Her lips quirk in a small smile. And no sign of Nico. Interesting. Probably sleeping off a bender. Best if he misses out on this one. He'd charm his way onto the mission, then get bored. She looks over the assembled 'heroes' one more time. Well, best start in on the networking. That's what this party is for, after all.
She strides over to the young man who appreciates houses and his Duergar acquaintance. Her dark-red gown is stylish, with long sleeves. An observant individual might notice the sleeves cover several scars on her forearms, her hands more calloused than one might expect from someone dressed in such a noble fashion.
"A display of power? I suppose so. And not because they don't know how to use it. This house has been the seat of power of the Aldori Swordlords for several centuries." She gestures at the facade. "See there, the mortared stone? They haven't used that for building for over five hundred years." She extends a hand to the two heroes. "I am Anya, by the way. And you are?"
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Mechanics
Main Hand: Empty
Action: Your action goes here. HD: 1/1d8 |