[center][h1][url=https://dicecloud.com/character/sazJk8KiWd6YphfBd/Mila-Zaseis][color=00746b]Mila [img]https://i.imgur.com/8mDtmZB.png[/img] Zaseis[/color][/url][/h1][/center][hr]
[color=00746b][i]Well, this is just lovely.[/i][/color] Mila looked around at the others who had been forcefully relocated. This wasn't exactly how she had planned to spend her evening. In fact, she wondered whether the poor sap who was still tied up in her room would have someone rescue him soon. In either case, it wasn't her problem anymore. [i]This[/i] was her problem now. 

Five others had been summoned, and whether they were friend or foe was yet to be seen. A halfling who was rather cute carried a shield and little else, but she didn't look like she was exceptionally strong like one might expect from a barbarian. That was intriguing, to say the least, and likely spoke of some deeper abilities that Mila shouldn't toy around with yet, as did the giant mechanical frog near her. On the other hand, the human woman who stood tall and proud over the others wielded a spear with obvious strength, unarmored as well. Definitely a barbarian, if she'd ever seen one, although a unicorn was an interesting choice for a barbarian's mount. Next was a gnome woman, also unarmored, but wearing robes similar to her own. Definitely a mage of some sort, as only magi could wear these robes, but the blackness of her robes belied the darkness in her heart. She would be a fun one, if they were not meant to kill each other.

The only male of their group, a stocky dwarf wielding a shortsword and shield caught Mila's eye for being another who was hard to pin down. Such a light weapon would make her think of a rogue or monk, but she didn't know any monks who used a shield. Perhaps another barbarian, then? And the final combatant, a triton woman with a fierce gaze and a battleaxe, seemed to be the strongest of them all. If she had been called into a battle royale against three barbarians, a monk, and an archmage, she would have to rely on her wits to keep her alive. 

Mila clutched her shield, and ran her fingers lightly across the strings of the lyre that had been grafted into the item. [color=00746b]"It was wonderful to meet you all, but I think I would prefer to return to what I was previously doing now,"[/color] she said, and with a final strum, poofed out of view. This was not a fight she wanted to take, definitely not head-on.

[hider=Mechanics]Mila casts a spell with her Lyre.
??? Roll = 23[/hider]