Iron Crisis (IC)

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Melian Galanodel Eladrin Bladesinger AC: 13 HP: 20/20 PP: 13 PIv: 15 PIs: 11 Conditions: -- Concentrating: -- "Well, some more translating is required right now but I don't foresee it requiring anything terribly strange from you. At least nothing stranger than the usual for summoning, shaping and binding raw eldritch from the elemental planes themselves," Melian answers Vyvian in mock seriousness, using a voice akin to Tethtoril's when he lectured about prophecies back in Candlekeep. --- Walking into the tavern, Melian falls behind the group, letting them go ahead while she takes in her surroundings. The strange voice from behind startles her, sending a slight shiver down the back of her neck. Trying to not show discomfort, Melian turns to face the stranger and takes in his unusual mode of dress. "If it's but a moment, then of course you may. There are open tables nearby and there must be an interesting story behind your wearing of what seems like Kara-Tur samurai garb." While she does her best to display a nonchalant demeanor, the threat of ambush is still too real. Melian summons Fëanáro and sends him near her siblings, telepathically instructing it to call them to her aid if needed.