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, 2/3 3rd, 1/1 4th

Caelyn had been focusing on covering her nose since they entered the sewer, groaning slightly and looking a bit green. THIS. This was the result of cities. She would never be able to look at the conglomeration of huddled masses, haves and have nots, people, paupers, and nobles above without seeing this wretched, smelly, disgusting mess. It wasn't until the scream up ahead that her senses returned to her.

"Sam, you can't just rush forward like that!" She steps forward, making sure to avoid the grasping plants, and invokes a druidic word of healing, placing a hand on Sam and doing her best to knit his wounds shut, all with the same burning pain that he would be used to by now. Then Caelyn ducks back down the tunnel, seeking to keep behind cover so she can avoid her brother's fate. Caelyn leans against the sewer tunnel for a few moments before realizing that she is leaning against a foul slime. She retches and stands straight, waiting for the fight to boil forward in her direction.

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Cure wounds, upcast to level 3 on Sam. Hopefully we can get rid of some of those booboos. (3d8+4)[22] Healing. Then move behind cover.