Lady Ziri Foxglove, Dame of Steel Fists
Warforged Devotion Paladin
AC: 17 HP: 37/37
PP: 14
Slots: Lvl1 3/3
Conditions: None
Concentrating: --

The paladin had taken the second position in the front canoe, if there was room, during the journey; if any trouble came from the front, she wanted to be ready to deal with it. Mostly she had been quiet, observing the jungle around them, and wondering what it would smell like. Beasts and birds screamed raccously from the canopy.

At the campsite, she hefted the tents without too much difficulty to their place and left the others to set them up. The sounds of instruments had roused her attention.

She followed alongside Red Horns - if that was his name for true, indeed - to encounter a satyr along the path.

"..."

For now, she said nothing, seeing his response to Red Horns. All the same, she glanced about, looking out for any ambush.

Paranoia was one thing; caution was quite another.