Mustafa the Vampiralgietch
Human Cleric
AC: 10 HP: 17/17
PP: 13 PIv: 10 PIs: 13
Conditions: --
Concentrating: --
"Master Oakhart." Mustafa bowed slightly. He remembered the elf from previous visits to the headquarters, and his family had a good opinion about the Oakheart clan: true monster hunters used to the wild, untethered from the luxury or stubbornness that so so often blinded those of noble birth. The elf next to him, though, he didn't know or didn't remember the face. "My lady, you must forgive me, for I don't know your name." He addressed Chloé. "But if you say so, I must try the chicken. Indeed my fingers are starting to turn into honey after so much sugar."