Iron Crisis Pt3 IC

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Caelyn Syol'arael Wood Elf Druid AC: 15 HP: 54/54 PP: 17 PIv: 10 PIs: 17 Conditions: Concentrating on: 7 / 7 d8 HD Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 3/3 2nd, 3/3 3rd, 1/1 4th Caelyn flushed when Sam wrapped her in a hug, grinning weakly at Senna. She suddenly felt younger rather than older, reminding her of birthday parties back home at Candlekeep. Gifts were simple then, usually home made, and certainly not anything like they could afford now. She got a little excited at the prospect. "Don't go too far out of your way. Our funds are better spent on magic equipment for saving our lives than gilded hair ties or whatever this city has in store for us." Caelyn also tried to remember the name of the Fist Captain who they fought beside. Even though it was recent it felt like so long ago. Spoiler: OOC Show Advantage to Sam. Oh, and a small retcon, if possible- Caelyn would have found a quiet spot for a dryad seed in the giant tree's grove.