<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/0becb8aced0d98fd99922f75174a96f6/tumblr_pns7pl3RhE1r38o8mo1_1280.png)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Wren Oneshoe</span> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1246699)<br/><sup><strong>Gnomish Cleric<br/>AC: 16 | HP: 10 | PP: 13<br/>Active Effects:</strong></sup></div></div><hr/>"Oh, you know that I find<em>your</em>goatknuckle to be lush and delightful, Nephie!" he protested, hands still clasped and casting a flirtatious smile to the goblin. He wasn't lying, although what in particular a "goatknuckle" is might be a mystery. "And you're not wrong, I mean, the fancy stuff, you draw a crowd of dwarves with oily beards who talk your ear off about hop varieties and drink out of little glasses. It's bad.<em>So</em>." He stretched his arms, pocketing the wooden token. "Where should we go, then? There's a lot of world left for us, you know. Shall we toss darts at a map? Who has a map?"