Melian Galanodel
Eladrin Bladesinger
AC: 13 HP: 34/34
PP: 14 PIv: 17 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentrating: --

- Earlier -
Melian consider's Senna's spell suggestions for a moment. "Informing the Fist where the camp is seems like a good idea. If we inform them that it moves they will know to track it."

- Later -
"I do think we should stay together for this one," Melian chimes in, joining the discussion. Her familiar hops from her hood onto Sam's shoulder, giving the half-dragon a quick lick on the cheek. The wizard smirks at it and scratches Fëanáro's chin. "If this goes poorly, we will need to have each other's backs."

The wizard seems unfazed by the blistering heat. The more observant ones may notice she periodically draws upon the Weave and the air grows colder around her.

Spoiler: OOC
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Prestidigitation every now and again to cool off own clothing. Personal HVAC SystemTM! (patent pending) Eat your heart out, gnomes )