<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Wren Bushberry</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=279784.msg13755164#msg13755164)<div align="center"></div></div>(https://78.media.tumblr.com/eb38a2dc5f9a953b7cc9a9ec7cb10202/tumblr_p0x3bjEQ3x1tk4029o2_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d8 | <strong>HP:</strong> 17 | <strong>AC:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2 (Religion, Insight<br/>Medicine, Persuasion)<br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Cha, Wis<br/><strong>Damage:</strong> Warhammer (1d8+2 / 1d10+2) | <br/>Light Crossbow (1d8)</div>Wren had checked and double-checked her supplies, and then checked them again. Was she nervous? She didn't feel nervous. she felt<em>excited!</em>Her goddess had called her to adventure, and for the first time, she was going to get to see the world beyond the city-bubble. oh,<em>sure</em>it was filled with danger and hazards and who knows what else... But that's what made it exciting! And she wasn't nervous at all, no sir.<br/><br/>She stood in the group of her fellows, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She was still getting used to this suit of mail; The links were fine enough to almost be cloth, supple and silver, but the way the outfit left her midriff exposed, and bared the upper swells of her bosom while cupping around their form seemed an unusual design. The slit in the kilt freed her legs though, so that was nice. And they<em>had</em>given her a tabard of her order; though the sheer white and sky blue silk probably wouldn't stop an arrow, it did cut down on the breeziness a little. She was fidgeting with the garment when she noticed Sumara studying her. The elf got a friendly smile and a wave, before the announcer began speaking.<br/><br/>Well... tried to.<strong>"Oh come on, you can do it!"</strong>she cheered the man on encouragingly as he stumbled over his lines. Her bright blue eyes widened at the loot displayed.<strong>"Oh, that's all very fancy! We'll be happy to save this Lily-spirit, though, won't we?"</strong>She beamed a smile around... it didn't seem to be shared by either of the humans, but that didn't stop Wren.<strong>"Yeah!"</strong>A little fist-pump of enthusiasm!<br/><br/>When Waywocket spoke up, Wren's smile only grew. Another gnome! She turned, a greeting on her lips... but the words froze. Wren wasn't entirely sure why she suddenly felt<em>extra</em>fidgety. For lack of something better to do with her hands, she began smoothing her tabard down over her stomach.<strong>"Oh... Hello..."</strong>she finally squeaked out to the other gnome. lifting a hand in a little wave. She moistened her lips and looked back to the man in the mirror after a moment.<strong>"Due west of the camp, in the woods, uhm, got it!"</strong>she replied distractedly. Please ignore that her cheeks were almost as pink as her hair. Who had turned up the heat?