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Belfyr - Half-Elf Ranger

AC: 15 | HP: 20/20 | HD: 3/3d10 | Initiative: +3 | Gathered Swarm | Favored Foe | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 2nd -/- | DM Inspiration: 1/1

A hidden smirk crept across Belfyr's face as Iymbryl turned to face their pursuers. Like a child who knows that their comrade is about to step in cow dung or come face-to-face with their young crush. He knew not what would become of the encounter yet, but he knew it would not be dull.

Their declaration, or lack of staggered dumbfoundedness, wiped the smirk from his face. He thought of what he'd done most recent and if it could be construed as Ragesian magic by the ill-informed. It was true he'd been far more open about his capabilities in the last few days, but nothing that might suggest he was a magi. Belfyr's flitted will'o'wisps knew to hide beneath his sleeves in public and even now were content to slumber in the folds of his clothes. In his mind, the face of Olvyn came to him and he cursed the wizard for somehow bringing them to a standstill even while not being with them any longer.

He spoke before he meant to, his mind content to let Iymbryl deal with this himself, but his tongue had other ideas. "It's the school you seek, there are wizards there worth questioning."