Prince Doredan
Human Martial Bard 5
AC: 14 HP: 24/33, 3 thp
PP: 9 PIv: 11 PIs: 9
Conditions:
Standing Reaction: Dodge Roll if critically hit or if hit while at 12 hit points or less (1/encounter)

The Evening

Sitting upon the bed, Doredan pets the ear of the ephemeral, invisible feline for the brief moments before its nature takes it scampering to some other part of the manor. Strange, but endearing in its own way. Perhaps this mage's manse would not be such an unfitting place to lay their heads after all, now that the interior turned out to be much larger than the exterior. Certainly he would not be staying in any communal bunkroom!

Once the others return from the funeral, Doredan joins them for a small meal before they rest, and then turns in - in the same room he'd used to wash up. Seated at the window, drinking a glass of prestidigitatiously-cooled water, he watches as the Planebreaker lives up to its name and carries them between worlds. As he lays down for sleep, he recalls the person whose eyes he looked out of through the mask, and how similar their view must have been.

The Morning

With some cheese, cured meat and a few dried bread crackers, Doredan crafts for himself little sandwiches. Nothing so skillfully made as the gourmet sandwiches the castle chefs would prepare for his light lunches, but nostalgic in a rural way.

"So," he rolls a hand towards the others after using a cloth to wipe his fingers and face free of crumbs. "Today we are to meet the Mantis that rules this place. A reputation precedes them, and it is not a reputation to be trifled with. We should all take care not to overstep."