<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zUwxjty.jpg)</div><strong>CLOSED QUEST:</strong>Mushroom Picking (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Wren Smallburrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15885804#msg15885804)<br/><strong>Race and occupation:</strong>Halfling Trickster<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Oldwall Forest, nearing the Hunter's Shack (pictured above) | Dusk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Naevys, Selphie, Hella<hr/><br/>It's a good thing that Naevys was hey-nonny-nonny-ing his way through the woods with a skip and a strum, because Wren's short legs were having a time of keeping up; already her stockings had several snags from briars, and her face was a little flushed from the hiking. At her companion's exhortation to join in, she brandished a skillet and scooped up a stick, adding a percussive, metallic<em>donk-donk-donk</em>beat, not too dissimilar from a cowbell. "Oh, we're out for mushrooms, the forest fruits; trade 'em in for doubloons, find 'em on woody... roots?" She kind of trailed off there, hesitating in her skillet-based donking. "A thick stem and a fat red cap, sprouting proud and high; I'm in the woods, looking around for a fun guy!" She beamed up at Naevys and gave his pantalooned behind a swat with her stick, finally catching up to him at the sight of the shed. Shack. Whatever.<br/><br/>At the same time, Selphie appeared. "Oh! hello! Are you trufflehunting too?" And over there, Hella! "Naevys!" She whispered excitedly, reaching up to grasp the bard's cloak with a little tug. "I want boots like hers!"