<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><strong>"Well... I doubt we'd be able to find anything that would fit, anyway,"</strong>she grinned back at the druid.<strong>Waywocket</strong>gets a quick kiss to the lips just as Sumara had gotten, before the druid scampers off to find a way to shelter.<br/><br/>Speaking of<strong>Sumara</strong>, Wren scampered over (well, as one can scamper in chainmail) and helped her back up (again, as best she can, given the height differences.)<strong>"Now don't go flopping around like a landed fish! You'll bruise your sternum in that breastplate."</strong>She fusses, dusting snow and twigs off of the paladin's skirt, legs, and rump.<strong>"I think Waywocket might have found a place we can hole up for a while, Sumara. Hopefully not <em>too</em> full of badgers!"</strong><br/><br/>Once she was sure Sumara was back on her feet, Wren looked around, her pink hair bobbing around as she does.<strong>"Oh good, everyone is alive! Well, except for these... uhm. Say, what are these? Anyone know why they attacked?"</strong>She pouted down at a slain gnoll, looking as though she felt bad for the creature. When Valthos and Remi began searching the bodies, her little nose crinkled, and she turned towards Jalna and Leshana.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, you're still hurt!"</strong>She frowned as he moved over to<strong>Jalna</strong>.<strong>"Uhm, I hope that you don't mind, but my spells are almost exhausted, so..."</strong>She rummaged into her pack, a pout growing as she dug deeper and deeper, almost climbing in herself.<strong>"Cricketlegs! I forgot to get a good healing kit. Bandages will have to do!"</strong>She pulls out a roll of gauze, tearing off and folding a strip of it. Motioning for Jalna to lean down, Wren will nestle the cloth into the gash in the woman's leather armor; She certainly touches the other woman's breasts while doing this, but her focus is actually in covering the wound.<strong>"There! That should keep any <em>stuff</em> out of it until we can  get you fixed up properly!"</strong>