[center][h3]Severin Vaust[/h3][/center]
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Titles
[Monster], [Undead], [Monster - Mundane], [Monster - Evolved], [Necromancer] - [#2d7d38]
Noteworthy Perks: [Evolved] - gain the title evolved. Something about your physiology or aura identifies to others you are of a higher species than your peers. Gain a +1 to social exchanges with others of your racial tree.
[Menace] - An aura of fear emanates from the creature at all times that makes lower grade creatures take a -1 effectiveness on attacks against monster or monster allies.
Noteworthy Perks: Resilient C (28) [Aging/Fatigue and Exhaustion/Suffocation/Surprised]

Asset Goal: Duchy Nobility F

Upon the mention of [i]'Iberis Odhir'[/i], and further on her being labelled a necromancer by the skeleton, Vaust slowly turned his head towards [b]Fei Liu[/b], peering into the empty sockets of his skull. There was a gleam of something behind the Doctor's hazel eyes. And, moving one of his hands close to his ear, glove index touching his tragus, he was silent for a beat. [color=#2d7d38]"Ah yes, Iberis Odhir. Quite curious how she decided to deal with the Cultists of Lord Hasufer. I'm sure you will be quite the asset during this delicate matter, considering your master. I will be counting on your [i]protection[/i]."[/color]

His black orbs drifted from the skeletal figure to the draconian, sensing both the human and draconic esse in him from a simple glance, without the need of any whispers. His eyes slide, downward, catching the sight of the nubile creature with shimmering scales on top of his lap. [color=#2d7d38][i]‘A draconian with a dragon as a pet… or perhaps a slave?’[/i][/color] He wondered, leaving that particular question unasked. [color=#2d7d38]“How do you find the Duchy in comparison to the western lands, Heir of the Draedora? Some of your own gods merge and combine with the one’s from this nation. Perhaps the mixture of both will hold the ultimate clue of what we search for… unless it is pure Fae.”[/color]

At the end of his sentence, his attention next focused on the Fae among them, wielding a harp, fingers plucking on its string. His lips widened infinitesimally. [color=#2d7d38]“Observant. We will likely need sharp eyes in this place we will delve into. And, of course, protection is never enough even more if…”[/color]

His attention went back to the Proctor Valeriana. [color=#2d7d38]“... if we are dealing with primeval force. Creature who can draw the prana from sources no modern mage can begin to imagine are quite… difficult to deal with.”[/color] Despite the gravity of his words, Severin looked unbothered. With one hand sliding into the side-pocket of his over coat, he produced a handkerchief. Soon enough, the piece of cloth found itself on top of the reliquary orb, being used to polish it.

[color=#2d7d38]“But that is just a speculation. The religious often tends to be a tad superstitious, as I’ve come to know.”[/color] With a single movement, the handkerchief was back into his pocket and the same hand reached over the table, grabbing the lacquered box and bringing it closer to himself. Without ceremony, he unlocked the box, seeing the shiny, black orbs within it. And, upon touching one of them, it gravitated towards him, floating right at his side. 

[color=#2d7d38]Excellent. I have no further questions.”[/color] He said, content that he wouldn’t need to hold the Scrying Orb. Stepping behind the chair he had been assigned to, he waited for the others.