[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]
The noble intentions of the other woman were definitely more altruistic than Mila's actions, but the party did not need to know that. [color=00746b]"Defending the honor of your deity? I would certainly have no quarrel with that, unless your deity happens to be Orcus. Demons are nasty folk, to be sure."[/color] The warlock glanced around the area, trying to keep an eye out for enemies awaiting them. This field they were in must be patrolled by extremely powerful clerics to ensure that the deceased (or unconscious) were rescued before their demise, but it certainly posed several problems. Her necromantic signature spells would be less than useful if all of her foes disappeared before death. The Hexblade's power was drawn at least partially from the death of those she cursed, and the Soul Cage that her fingers now slowly released would see little use with no souls to entrap.

[color=00746b]"I say we take a quick breather,"[/color] Mila suggested. [color=00746b]"My guess is if we haven't returned after an hour, the teleportation spell that moved us here might be permanent. Although I too was defending... some sort of honor, I am less likely to be in any sort of distress about missing an hour or so. I am more concerned about the witch coming back to exact vengeance, and would like to not be around for that."[/color] She plopped down on the grass and began to strum a tune on her lyre lazily, a calm and listless melody reminiscent of the plight of innocence lost in a wild world.

[color=00746b]"And what about you two?"[/color] Mila asked pointedly to the dwarf and artificer. [color=00746b]"What were you up to when you were brought here so forcefully?"[/color] Her legs crossed underneath her, and she rocked slowly in time with the music. Every so often, a quiet tune, almost like a lullaby. Despite the Infernal language, the song held the same theme of innocence and wonder at every new thing, beautiful and strange and completely foreign to this world.