You let out a charming word before combat begins, enemies have disadvantage on initiative rolls unless they're surprising you.
You speak low and smooth, each syllable curling like smoke through the air. Blades hesitate. Eyes flicker. Movements stall just a moment too long as your voice lingers in their ears.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Subclass | Tao of the Courtesan |