Iron Crisis (IC)

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Melian Galanodel Eladrin Wizard AC: 13 HP: 8/8 PP: 13 PIv: 15 PIs: 11 Conditions: -- Morning comes and Melian finds her mood slightly improved. While rest helped, the realization that Gorion is gone is still too real and too raw. She gets up, stretches and packs her belongings, pausing to look at her spellbook and her more private book. Both had unlocked something last night as she studied after her trance. Perhaps as a result of her desperation and real need for it, the basics of the Bladesinger tradition finally made sense. Gorion's spellbook, however, remains a mystery. As they break camp she addresses the group. "I have examined father's possessions and, save for the wards on his spellbook, they are all mundane. The pin is worn by those who belong to an organization called 'The Harpers'; a semi-secret group of people to wish to do good, as I understand it. Seems like father's adventuring days weren't completely behind him," she says with a bittersweet smile. While travelling, Melian keeps a sharp lookout. When they come by the two new travelers and she sees how tense her siblings are she pipes up trying to sound grown-up and wiser and defuse the situation. "Hail, travelers." She barely furrows her brow at her greeting. 'Hail', who talks like that? "We are looking for the Friendly Arm Inn, would you happen to know the direction to it?" Spoiler: OOC Show Here are some rolls: Insight: (1d20+1)[10] Investigation?: (1d20+5)[8] Perception?: (1d20+3)[23]