Circe, frequently as cold as the snow she is walking through, regards Crastug levelly as he joins her in the march after Peek. "My apologies Crastug, I should've checked with you first before gallivanting off on my own. I have little liking for people, preferring the discipline of the Art instead.", she says in a low voice. This is something of a non-sequiteur, with no foreshadowing of what is to follow, especially since Circe is an elf and Crastug is of half orcish blood. "You have a good head on your shoulders and your heart is in the right place. Thus, if we are to follow a captain, I would follow you from among all of us... just so you know."
'Circe'
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Quick Stats: AC 17 Fort +5 Ref +7, Will +7 HP 20 Perception +5 Low Light (4x normal range)
Favorite Reactions Phase Familiar Focus Spell 60' range , triggered when familiar would take damage
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