Caelyn Syol'arael
Wood Elf Druid
AC: 15 HP: 39/39
PP: 17 PIv: 10 PIs: 17
Conditions: --
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Smiling, Caelee ran the brush up and down Rosc Roche's side, giving him a spurt of affection when her brother struck down the bandit with his fists alone. Her smile disappeared when she pondered if some hapless idiot was going to try to start a fight with her. She sighed. She'd try to prepare for it, but she didn't know how that fight would go. Finishing up her chores, she reaches into her bag and removes an apple, giving it a rub on her clothed arm before leaning in and dropping it into Sam's pocket, with only a modicum degree of stealth. Good job, little brother.
She whispered. Then she moved to stand next to Vala, turning to her family. How long are we supposed to wait? I have potions to make, and I don't know if we have a day to get ourselves sorted out or an hour.