Felicity Fourhooves
Centaur Paladin 5
AC: 17 HP: 44
PP:10 PIv: 09 PIs: 10
Lay on Hands: 25/25 Spell Slots: 4/2

South
Felicity wasn't at all sure how she felt about levitating. Centaurs didn't at all have the same fixation on flying that bipeds did. Maybe because birds have two legs, too? She wasn't sure.

But she tried her best to relax. And she had to admit it was faster.

"That was exciting," she said (a little breathlessly) when they got to the top, "In a running-down-a-steep-hill-too-fast kind of way. Is that how you like to get around?"

To the Teifling:

"The Mantis would have your head if you enchanted a tourist? How would he? She? It? even know?"

West
Felicity covers her mouth to stifle a scandalized giggle when Kunnian offers their help to the kobolds. After she got hold of herself she nodded vigorously. "It's true!" *giggle" We're very," *snerf* "Very good at war."

The Landing
Felicity was suddenly very nervous. Facing down monsters and bandits was one thing. But vague social events with magical autocrats? Terrifying.

"How do we make ourselves ready? Do you mean, like, wear fancy clothes? Or more, like, write our wills?"