Having traded her ritual robe for form fitted plate mail plated in copper and leafed with burnished gold, Kelsie looked well ready for adventure.  A mace hung at her belt, and a fine lance in the sadle-cantle of  her fine cream-colored Cormyrean destrier.<br/><br/>Green eyes danced as they found the dryad and offered her a smile, but she let Randal handle the conversation.<br/><br/>She walked beside her destrier, fit, young, and more than able to move at a reasonable pace in the plate until more speed was called for.<br/><br/>The morninglady took some time taking stock of her new found companions, trying to make note of the obvious capabilities of each.  After a bit, she offered, "When might be a good time for each of us to share what we bring to this endeavor?  Dora mentioned protective magics.  I make a habit of prayring for a variety of spells that can protect an entire group.  A shield of faith to deflect incoming blows, a blessing too harden the life force while lifting courage, even an incantation that might protect us all from a bit of acid or fire."<br/>