Brooke- meerkat
Class- sorcerer
Skills- heal, move silently, tumble and use magic device
Moving silently, feet hardly even padding on the soil, she walked along the wall of the citadel. The dungeon windows at her feet were bare, many half breed prisoners already taken away to places where she could not help her. However, hoping for a single gleam of hope in her otherwise pointless self-apointed quest, Brooke leaned down to each and peered inside. For the most part, there was nothing. Dust floating in the stream of sunlight pouring into the room, and then nothing. Bare.
Losing faith in what she was doing Brooke picked herself up and walked to the next window, sighing and crossing her arms in distress. Maybe she had been too late to save anyone. Maybe she was wasting her time. Brooke leaned down to the next window and stared into the glinting eyes of a Fennec.
Surprised, she jumped back a step or two before realising something wrong with this picture. Brooke leaned down a little and peered into the cell. "Oi... Fennec. Why are you in here? Fennecs are not half breeds. What crime did you commit?"