<div class="floatright"><strong>Waywocket</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426309)<br/>(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/i/InCase/384359/InCase-384359-Alfie_chapter_6_cover.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d8 | <strong>HP:</strong> 13/15 | <strong>AC:</strong> 14 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Religion, Perception, <br/>Survival, Medicine   | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Intelligence, Wisdom   | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Unarmed 1d4+2, Quarterstaff 1d6+2 (1d8+2 TH)<br/>Dagger 1d4+2</div><br/><br/>The growing cold had Waywocket huffing as she starts tugging ropes tighter attempting to block more of the incoming cold air. The shriek coming from behind her has her spinning around, eyes widening as she takes in the specter sitting by the fire. Her eyes narrow as she takes in the undead thing, bare feet silent as she moves around the room. "Valthos. Do we have enough wood to keep both firepits going?"<br/><br/><br/>