Rafe Haugen
Dhampir Hexblade Warlock 9
AC: 19 | HP: 75/75 | Initiative: +2
STR: -1 | DEX: +2 | CON: +3 | INT: +1 | WIS: +4 | CHA: +8

Spell Slots: 5th: 2/2

Hexblade Curse: 1/1
Accursed Spectre: 1/1
Ghostly Gaze: 1/1

Active Effects: None
Concentrating: None
Conditions: None

Out of nowhere, a tall and almost sinister looking man rests his arm upon Tedras' shoulder, his smile towards the math wizard bearing teeth as sharp as razorblades.

"Come now," his says, his words making the room itself feel... heavier, "A train travelling through multiple dimensions would need to observe its passengers at all times... wouldn't want any of them to fall out and get eaten up by the abyss."

He licks his lips, which have a drop of red liquid sitting upon them before he scoops it up with his tongue, and turns to the man beside him, "It has been some time, Sardet. Have you caught the academic bug while I was away? Perhaps you could ask the good professor to explain how trains such as this adapt to the multitude of gravitational and geothermal fluctuations between dimensions. This train must be a mathematical marvel to achieve such things."

Rafe then removes his arm and moves towards the ten modrons hovering nearby. "What purpose do these fulfil, I wonder?"