Caelyn Syol'arael
Wood Elf Druid
AC: 15 HP: 39/54
PP: 17 PIv: 10 PIs: 17
Conditions:
Concentrating on:
7 / 7 d8 HD
Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 3/3 2nd, 0/3 3rd, 0/1 4th

The mere suggestion that Caelyn hand over her weapons, her totems, and her ability to defend herself nearly started the fight anew, but looking at Sam and Senna she realized that arguing with a Fist patrol would only make things worse. "I'd appreciate a receipt." She muttered as she handed over her staff, bow, scimitar, white birch arrow, yew wand, daggers.... she really did carry a lot of weapons for a spellcaster.

When the quiet elf she'd seen around the boat the night before voiced disapproval for their lodgings, Caelyn's head drooped a bit and she looked to Sam and Senna, though she spoke loudly enough that anyone who would be entering their cart could hear, but hopefully quietly enough not to amount to a confession to the Fist soldiers.. "Is it... wrong... for us to stay at inns at this point? This keeps happening. People keep getting hurt. I know we're not drowning in options... but... I can't help but feel... responsible... for this. For these people's suffering."