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Caela ignored the whole brutal 'healing' of the woman's wound choosing instead to sit motionless in her chair and watch the two at the head of the table. Whatever this was, and whatever the intent, they were the only two who were aware of it. She had little thought for anyone else. Should she choose to join whatever undertaking was about to be proposed, then she would take note of her compatriots and make careful note of their strengths and weaknesses.
People began introducing themselves but she did not feel inclined to join them at that time. She waited and her patience was rewarded when the hooded man began to speak. Kill the unkillable one? A truly worthy and indeed noble exploit to her mind's thinking, but could it be accomplished. She looked around the room then curiously. The one who's proclaimed himself to be Otto, had shown magical ability with fire. She could sense more in the spirit of those seated but was it enough?
"I am Caela Varyn," her voice seeming louder than normal, "My power is wind." Since Otto had afforded the group with a show of his power, she stood and lifted her hand. A small vortex formed, seemingly nothing, but it began to move the air in the entire room until all would feel the force of it pushing against them. She closed her hand in a fist and the air suddenly went completely still. She turned then to look at the cloaked man seated at the head of the table, "Is there sufficient power in this room to carry out your plan?"
People began introducing themselves but she did not feel inclined to join them at that time. She waited and her patience was rewarded when the hooded man began to speak. Kill the unkillable one? A truly worthy and indeed noble exploit to her mind's thinking, but could it be accomplished. She looked around the room then curiously. The one who's proclaimed himself to be Otto, had shown magical ability with fire. She could sense more in the spirit of those seated but was it enough?
"I am Caela Varyn," her voice seeming louder than normal, "My power is wind." Since Otto had afforded the group with a show of his power, she stood and lifted her hand. A small vortex formed, seemingly nothing, but it began to move the air in the entire room until all would feel the force of it pushing against them. She closed her hand in a fist and the air suddenly went completely still. She turned then to look at the cloaked man seated at the head of the table, "Is there sufficient power in this room to carry out your plan?"