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Caleb Hand, Cleric of Iomedae, ready for duty.

edit: Hmmm . . . I might have to rethink this. I just realized Trevor is a paladin of Iomedae, and I don't want to steal any of his thunder.

Into the room walks a stunning Human Female. Tall with bone white skin, and long auburn hair tied back in a long pigtail. When she turns to regard you you notice that her eyes are a fearsome shade of amber, with the pupils slightly feline in appearance. She is dressed in skin tight red leather armor that leaves very little to the imagination.

She stops at the door, and stares at you silently for a moment. Finally she enters the room and stops about 4 feet in front of you. "It is obvious the value of some of those summoned". "I see devotion in the eyes of some, and violence lurking just beneath the surface of others". "But you". "You I see nothing obvious...still you would not be here if not for something".

"Tell me what skills, and talents do you lay at the feet of the Dark Lord". "Twirling a dagger is certainly not something we have a need for...unless you intend to stick it in some smiling elves neck".

With a quick, sharp movement, Ubel throws the dagger into the tabletop, He steps down, off the table, and gives the woman in front of him a long once-over, taking his time to run his eyes up & down. After a moment, he steps very close, well within her personal space.

"I don't know why I'm here, but I'm sure you sisters already know about my particular skills and penchants." With a shrug, he backs off, and after a moment, with a grin, he adds, "Spilling blood is spilling blood."

A rather average size man, dressed in black, and with a wide-brimmed hat pulled down low, sits crosslegged on the table facing the door. He waits somewhat impatiently, and wonders why he's be summonsed, while a dagger twirls & flips through his fingers.

F%*@ the shadow, and f##$ you! Let's just open 'em up, and let the blood flow.