AC: 16 | 
HP: 32/32 | 
Initiative: +0 | 
Passive Perception: +13 | 
Pact Magic: 2/2 |
Spell Slots: 3/3 (1st)
This had gone on long enough.
Calziver was everything she had been trained to hunt. He was rash with his magic, boldness crossing the line into brashness. Arrogant in its use, and heedless of the consequences. She felt the intensity of emotions whirling within her, the utterly unknowable and indecipherable psyche of the Fellstaff mixed with her own emotions. Her own fear.
Calziver had not earned a death sentence, not yet.
But she had her eyes on him now.
“We should leave, now, before it gets worse.”
She said to the others, her eyes locked on the Gnome’s as she made to leave. If the Mage dared turn his gaze in her direction, he would surely feel the intensity and scrutiny of that gaze like a pair of hot irons. Except even as she tried to form her thoughts into the iron she had been trained to mold them into, she felt her own doubt and fear manifest. She was trying to do her job, wasn’t she? At least making the motions of a loyal servant of the Empire, even if her heart was filled with doubt. Why then was Aedric here?
Why had she been sent a Stalker?