Iron Crisis (IC)

[purepolarpanzer]

Caelyn Syol'arael Wood Elf Druid AC: 14 HP: 17/17 PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 15 Conditions: -- Concentrating on: Aintas was bathing, so she decided to go with her first instinct and talk to Sam about learning elvish tomorrow. Instead she decided to do a few things before she went to bed. Quickly changing back into her clothes, she went down to the bar room all by herself, making sure that none of her siblings are in the area before she takes a seat at the bar. Suddenly, much more than Candlekeep, money had value when a girl meant to misbehave. Meekly she ordered water and went people watching for a while. She heard new languages, saw races she'd never seen before, admired clothing and jewelry from across the land, and nearly lost herself in the hub bub of so many strange and interesting people. She avoids conversation and turns quickly away if she catches anyone's eye. After about an hour she loses her nerve (and possibly the bartender's patience), requests a bath, and dashes upstairs, somehow certain if she didn't make it upstairs quickly she'd be caught... by who? By Gorion? By Aintas? Vyv or Melian? Was she somebody else's responsibility now? She nearly walked head first into the door to her room pondering these thoughts.No. I'm my own responsibility now. Better start acting like it. When she returns, Melian is already in her trance, but with a miniature dragon curled up against her. Caelee felt the urge to shake Melian awake and ask her about the creature, but instead she meets the bathwater at the door and holds a finger to her mouth when she welcomes the inn worker in. She pours the bathwater in slowly, thanks the servant, and washes away the dirt and the damp of the road in silence, with Kess munching his rabbit food under the bed. When she again settles down to trance, she feels more relaxed, fresh, and tired, all of which made falling into her mental exercises easier and quicker.