Johanna de Vieland's page

Johanna nods her head to Hattash, acknowledging his politeness. She notices that he quickly departs from her corner after speaking his words.

"A cursed life is not what it is made out to be." She silently mouths.

She continues to sip her tea. Eventually pulling out her pathfinder journal to make a few notes in it. A careful sketch here and there.

Johanna peaks at the symbol upon the papyrus note that Hattash received.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

She reaches for her beautifully crafted musket, and brushes her finger tips along the metal chamber casing. Tracing the tips of her fingers across the spiral formation of Pharasma's holy symbol.

"Curious indeed," she whispers under her breath. She pulls another sip of her black tea and eases once again. Such luxuries were scarce over the previous months. And she would enjoy this tranquility as long as she could.

"Lady Hideko, if I may ask. What, if any... occurrences have I missed these past few months? Is there any tittle-tattle to be had?" Johanna asks politely, while taking another sip of her tea.

Johanna bows before the tien woman before taking a seat in a corner with a floor pillow. Soon after receiving her tea pot of Jalmeray Black, a bout of anxiety seems to subside. She had found one of the few corners that offered some form of casted shadows from the walls. She rests her musket next to her carefully on the floor, before paying any attention to any of the guests or her tea.

She carefully removes her draped veiled hat. Her glossy black hair was as striking contrast to her pale dull skin. Although her silver eyes can be unsettling to most, they are something of an enigma to behold.

Knowing that Jalmeray Black tea can be expensive, Johanna places 2 gold pieces next to her tea pot to be retrieved. While the tien woman attends to another guest, she pours her own cup and begins to sip. It is bitter, but an aroma slightly hinted of leaves and fruit fill her nostrils as she drinks from her cup.

Johanna hid a enlivened expression behind her candor demeanor. She was always ill prepared to deal with a soiree. You give her a weapon and an undead enemy, her instincts would kick in. Others had known her to be rough and distant in conversations. In truth she secretly loved being at ease and relaxing once in awhile. But her blood heritage was uneasy for others to accept. And so she kept her distance, except on favorable occassions.

She had just arrived in Absalom, after a month long mission. She was a gritty individual. Unafraid of getting her hands dirty and scuffed. But she always relished the lifestyles of the other nobles she knew. Always longing for a social connection that lasted more than a few hours.

The carriage pulls up to the gates of the Grand Lodge, just as she quickly finished donning her courtier outfit. Her crumpled leather armoured jacket looking out of place with the rest of her adventuring gear strewn about the courtly carriage, but she dare not waste time lest she further prolonged her absence.

She thanked the driver and asked for her stuff to be delivered inside to her room. Handed him a sizable payment and exited the carriage swiftly. Her strikingly pale skin was covered underneath a draped veiled hat, hiding all but her most basic facial features.

She made her way across the grounds and to the building and proceeded to enter and climb to the stairs to the floor where the tea room was located.

She approached the door and quickly stopped before opening. Checking once again that her appearance was acceptable, after patting her outfit down.

She opens the door and is greeted by a tien woman. Who then thanks her and offers her a selection of teas.

Johanna nods politely. "Thank you for the invitation, I arrived as soon as possible. Please accept my apologies for my lateness."
She says.

"If it's not too late, I would love a cup of
Jalmeray Black." She asks