<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/>"A frost maiden?" Waywocket gives the spirit a worried look before moving to gather up some of the wood and setup the second pit. Once its setup she mutters to it and snaps her fingers, the wood bursting into flames and burning merrily. Feeding the flames enough wood to keep it going for a while she straightens up. "Doesn't seem right to hold with something so unnatural. But can't do anything to stop it." A frown curls her lips as she crosses her arms over her bust. "Lets hope you're right Valthos."<br/><br/>With that said she heads for the tunnel entrance, slipping past the blanket and off to gather wood. Over the next hour she returns several times, arms full of branches and dress transparent from snowfall. Finally she flops down by one of the fires farthest from the spirit as she can. She doesn't stay long before moaning and sitting up with a curse. Pulling her pack close she peels her dress off and drapes it over her pack before flopping back down, scrying stone finally visible from where she keeps it tucked in her cleavage. "Damn thing's soaked through.