<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BLLhViO.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mae (https://ddb.ac/characters/36326751/jLOkcf)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>17/17 -<strong>AC:</strong>12<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 2/2<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/>The half-elf raised an eyebrow at Dafina's antics, but otherwise did not seem to mind her interacting with the fox. Luna, for her part, seemed perturbed by the active mage hand and chose to stare at it until it settled down - after which the fox resumed it's silent vigil, though now with the addition of a somewhat smug aura.<br/><br/>Mae shakes her head, a small smile on her lips as she opens her journal to jot a few more notes down about the others in the cave. She keeps an ear open to take in the conversations as she presumably speaks to herself in elvish, "a level headed and reliable seeming dwarven craftsman, a flirtatious bard of fey ancestry, an excitable genasi with inherent magical ability, and a human of the martial persuasion on the jumpier side. I might have begun to believe that the fates drew this group together on purpose had we a roguish type with sticky fingers." As she finishes that thought, she tilts her head towards Prime as if she was addressing them in the first place.