<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Out in the sticks<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Groggy<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br/><hr/><hr/>Calanthe had fussed, of course, over the state of the campsite. Did everyone have comfortable beds? There were plenty of leftover hors d'ourves so there was little need to cook, but she made sure there was enough firewood for it anyway - to scare away predators, naturally. Not that she thought there would be predators trying to pick a fight with a centaur - they'd have to be crazy! She had slept content in the knowledge that everyone looked fearsome enough that nobody would be inclined to mess.<br/><br/>...apparently they were crazy, was her thought as she snapped awake. She hadn't really been sleeping - no watch meant she had an absolutely decadent twelve hours of sleep and so most of her time on the tail end of that had been spent in quiet meditation or on camp maintenance, patching clothes and tents and checking pots.<br/><br/>She had, however, been napping when the wolves came. She looked to Jen'mawg and nodded. To match with the light on a branch she produced one as well, which was to say the end of her halberd lit on fire as she readied it for a wolven charge.