<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> 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<br/>Dagger 1d4+2</div><br/>The pinkette's explanations and greeting drew a grin from Waywocket, rapid nods setting her loose hair dancing beneath the wreathe wrapping her head. "Waywocket! Hammer's are good for hitting things but careful with one out in the snow." There's a grin on her lips as she leans in and lets her nose press against Wren's. "Thanks! I'll have to remember that trick with the tall ones." The hands on her hips had her wiggling against the touches  and as she scampers off to question the mirror there's an extra sway shaking her rump.<br/><hr/><br/>Her face scrunches up in confusion at the tiefling's claim to his weapon. "Axeguitar?" The first notes he plays sets her to clapping but the brief shriek has her jerking backwards in time to watch him twirl and spin his weapon through the air. "Ohh. You're one of those bards that runs around telling stories? But why that instead of a rapier?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The introductions have her tilting her head before nodding, palms pressing against each other as her hands meet before her chest. She dips into a slight bow before straightening up with a grin. "Hi Jaina! Hi Jinx!  I'm Waywocket! Hopefully there's a fix for whatever is bugging the High Dryad." Letting the quarterstaff rest against her shoulder she moves along with the group out of the tent, her heels not always touching the ground as she moves with a bouncing gait.<br/><br/>"Eldest Caretaker always said Dryad's were important to the care of the woods. And High Dryads even more so. Anything else she'd planned on saying dies out as she sees all the oddly dressed women wandering the camp, a quick twist leaving her walking backwards as she peers up at the three she was moving with. "Why's their clothes look so odd? Is it a fashion around here?" Her teeth worry her lower lip as she glances down. "Do I have to remove some cloth from this dress to match? Be a shame as it's a nice dress."