[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]

Mila's gaze scoured the aloof cleric as she was reminded by the priestesses that had raised her. The uptight followers of the Raven Queen rarely showed much emotion, and this tabaxi evidently was one of them. The undead foes had barely begun to tap into this cleric's abilities, and indeed, Mila had little chance to see what sort of cleric she actually was. Did she focus on healing? War? Death and destruction? No, she had simply annihilated the zombies with an ease that only a talented cleric could show.

Certainly impressive. But information would be more useful at this point.

[color=00746b]"Dim, was it?"[/color] Mila replied with a winning smile. [color=00746b]"Your patron must be the Raven Queen, from the way you took care of those undead. The Matron must be proud of her... cleric, I believe? I was raised in the Raven's Crest, so I know many of her teachings. It is good to see another of her number with us."[/color] There was little reason to ask her for more information at this point; she would share when she felt willing. However, an offer of camaraderie and shared history rarely was undesired.

Instead, the bard turned her attention to the unicorn and his master. [color=00746b]"Snow? That is... unexpected. I would prefer to not be caught out in the cold. Reminds me too much of my heritage..."[/color] The chilledembrace of Levistus was not something she wished to experience again. [color=00746b]"I suggest we find shelter. Perhaps someone in that tower has some answers, as no one here seems to. Who's with me?!"[/color] The bard began to stroll forward, humming a tune to the sound of her lyre.