<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><br/>it seemed that everyone was patched up about as well as could be managed for the moment. Wren collected her hammer and shield and followed the others into the cavern. it took a few blinks ofrt her eyes to get accustomed to the dark after the white glare outside, but once she did, there was little that she couldn't see (Darkvision.)<strong>"Of course it <em>could</em> be dangerous,"</strong>she chided Sumara,<strong>"Which is why you're not in here alone! What's... Hold on..."</strong>And she would go to investigate the furs. It's a dark and spooky cave, and she finds herself fearing hte worst for whoever might have sheltered here last.<strong>"Keep a sharp eye for obscured passages; caves can be <em>sneaky</em>,"</strong>she said, as if caves had minds of their own.