<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 bet?" Waywocket's hair dances around her face with the shaking of her head, the wreathe of flowers tilting crookedly from the motion. "Training." Her face takes on a stern look as she puffs herself up. "One must not let weakness in! Water touched with ice will wash all weakness away!" It's with a giggle that she slumps back down. "Some of the old masters were a little... touched. Too much time in a form not their own maybe."<br/><br/>A low hum drifts from her before she perks up, a nod shaking her hair once more. "Might even get in the way. Doesn't that stuff slow you down?" Her hand reaches out and tugs at a couple of the heavier chunks of armor partially covering Wren's form.<br/><br/>The suggestion from Remi draws Waywocket's attention and she pipes up. "A still roaming spirit just ain't natural and should be destroyed." She bites at her lip and glances to Valthos. "But if his story's true that wouldn't solve things. It'd just come back. Putting up with... her for a night and burying her in the morn might be the best path." She gives a small huff as she glances at the spirit. "The dead shouldn't roam."