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 frowned as Sam and Grepha were speaking of the early passing of the season. Lifting her palm, she whispered murmurs of divination, summoning a small symbol to tell the coming weather to confirm that it would be chilly the next day. While she casts her spell, she turns to Senna and says "Rather than claiming we cleared the mine we may wish to remind the Fist at the Gate that we cleared out the bandits in the forest with them. And that our healing saved the lives of several of their members. Less questions, more appreciation, I'm guessing." When Sam confirms that time has leaped forward, Caelee frowns and sags a bit. "Damn hags skipped my birthday..." she says quietly, reaching up to stroke Rosc Roche's neck and face like someone would caress a worry stone.