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[h2][color=lavender][i][b]Alastor Shore[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=lavender]Tiefling, Fighter (Champion), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=lavender][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 31 / 31	[color=lavender][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16	[color=lavender][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lavender][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Darenby, The Infamous Pear
[color=lavender][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lavender][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lavender][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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Alastor could almost hear his uncle scolding him in the back of his head as he watched Victoria stifle a giggle. She wiped away the wine at the corner of her mouth and he saw a charismatic little smile.

[color=lavender][i]'Shit.'[/i][/color]

She was pretty. Really pretty. Alastor was certain Uncle Richan could feel a disturbance, he could already hear him. "Don't get involved with necromancers, boy! The witches of Lapai were buxom, were they not? Did you feel the same way when you saw them raise a horde of monsters that tore our men apart!?"

He was always very theatric. But he wasn't wrong. The Lapai Coven was a veritable wasps nest and every necromancer in there was fine. Not that Alastor knew for sure whether or not Veronica was a necromancer. It was just a feeling. Mostly from the hog. If she didn't have that Alastor probably wouldn't have suspected anything amiss. He cleared his head of these thoughts by downing the last of the mead. Thankfully he was distracted by another new arrival, another attractive [color=lavender]([i]'DAMN IT!'[/i])[/color] woman with a sprite dancing around on her shoulder. She was dressed like a holy woman but she at least seemed a bit more relaxed than the grim creature sitting across from him. 

”Don’t think I’ve seen this many ladies work on a single quest before.”  she comments as she looks around the party. [color=lavender][i]'You're telling me lady.'[/i][/color], Alastor thought to himself. She locked eyes with him. ”Not to forget you, of course. Just a… serendipitous encounter.”

[color=lavender]"No of course, I quite agree. It is a pleasant change."[/color] Alastor replied, surprisingly diplomatic. They didn't have much time to think on it though because yet another person was joining them at the table. A man, thankfully. Not like that changed anything for Alastor's apparently rampant horniness today. An elf too, which was turning out to be a peculiar weakness for Alastor if Victoria and Veneth were anything to go by. Luckily, this half-elf wasn't really Alastor's type. For one he was incredibly small. Alastor had almost mistaken him for a tall dwarf for a brief second. Secondly, there was a coldness about him. Alastor had seen it in some of the veteran soldiers he served under back on the Crescent Coast. Seen too much death and not enough love. It can curdle the soul. Like spoiled milk.

Hugh made his introductions and Kosara immediately started interrogating the poor bastard. She meant well but even Alastor, who was notoriously bad at picking up on other people's feelings, could tell the small monk was getting pissed. He was saved by the cleric, Marita, establishing in a not so polite way that they should discuss their skills. Dead weight, was the words she used. 

[color=lavender]"Well you're a right firecracker, aren't ya?"[/color] Alastor chirped with a cheeky smile, but he respected it. Sometimes it took that sort of firmness to get a group into order. He wasn't sure that attitude would make her many friends though. He waited as the others went through their skill sets. Marita was a healer, which was obvious and Alastor was grateful for it. Too many things can go wrong on a mission and its easy to end up dead. Hugh was more of a rogue type, which Alastor supposed could be useful. At least his skill with a bow would be. Then it came to Veronica. A bard...among other things. Alastor only vaguely recognized one of the names. Jaisdan church...he recalled something about law and death but that barely soothed any of his misgiving.

[color=lavender][i]'Maybe if you paid more attention in seminary, you git.'[/i][/color] flared his inner monologue. [color=lavender][i]'Shut up, me.[/i]'[/color] he retorted to himself. Again, his eyes flicked to the boar, standing hauntingly silent. He saw her pet it earlier. The damn thing didn't even twitch. Then there was a lull in the conversation and Alastor figured he might as well go next.

[color=lavender]"Well I'm sure the lot of you have already figured me out, I'm not that complex. I'm a swordsman, trained as a duelist if you care about specifics. I'm good at handling combatants one on one or in multiples. My style is more speed over power, so I make a right annoying distraction. I've also some skill with a crossbow but if I'm using that, we're in dire straits indeed."[/color] he finished with an amused chuckle.