<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> 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<br/>Dagger 1d4+2</div><br/>"It's one's duty to protect the spirits of the woods." The voice from the figure curled upon one of the couches is light and hesitant even as she sits up slightly.  Bare feet pad across the ground as she slips off the couch and approaches the mirror, the simple white dress clinging to lush curves that didn't seem to fit upon a lass of  barely three feet in height. "Do you have anything more of Lilly?  She sounds like a dryad but is she actually something more?"  A hand comes up and brushes a dark bang away from her blue eyes, fingers deftly tucking it into the flowery wreath curling around her head.<br/><br/>A heel rubs against the floor as she fidgets and draws closer to the mirror, arms crossing beneath her bust as she nibbles on her lower lip. "Is the weather the only sign? Have things begun dying? Rotting?"<br/><br/>She pauses to glance at the rest of the group before squeaking as she finds herself having moved fully before the mirror. With a flush running from her cheeks to the pointed tips of her long ears she steps off to the side away from the mirror, head dipping as she glances around at the rest of the adventurers. "Sorry..."