<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> 16/17 | <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's big blue eues blinked.<strong>"Why would you sit under an ice waterfall? Did you lose a dare?"</strong>She seems earnestly perplexed, the puzzlement even managing to dispell the warm feelings... well, for a moment at least.<strong>"It just seems like a terribly easy way to catch cold..."</strong>Her pink tongue dabbed at her lip as she observed the druid still, returning her grin and feigning as if she would topple over at the tug.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, Waywocket saw skin underneath the light fabric; Wren was not spared the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">corny armor</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/cfbae6c28d9c38562f85b9ea7ea6658a/tumblr_p0x3bjEQ3x1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div></div>, and beneath the tabard, much of her cleavage, midriff and upper hips were bare. The gnome ducked her head, flushing brightly.<strong>"Oh! well, I'm still getting used to it. I'm more used to wearing something more like what you're wearing."</strong>She looked again to Waywocket's naked form, swallowing.<strong>"<em>Were</em> wearing. But, you know, in case of battle..."</strong>her eyes follow Waywocket's glance towards the elf ghost, sharing her frown.<strong>"Oh. I don't know. I hadn't thought of that! We're not in a fight... and If she's a ghost, then armor probably wouldn't help in the first place, huh?"</strong>A thoughtful little pout, fiddling with the hem of her own tabard. She looked like she very much wanted to be rid of it, at the moment...