<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> 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/><strong>"Eep!"</strong>Wren squeaked as she was gathered in a hug by Waywocket. Well, Wren was never one to turn down a good hug, and Waywocket got a good squeeze in turn. When they pulled away, she was uncertain what to do with her own hands, but found that they just sort of fell to the other woman's waist, lightly. She couldn't help a second look at the other gnomes rather... more impressive form, then quickly looked back up, cheeks pink again, breathing a little faster.<strong>"Nice to meet you too! My name's Wren, and I'll be happy to tend any wounds, offer any advice, and maybe on occasion hit things with a hammer."</strong>She beamed at the other gnome and looked around<strong>"That goes for all of you, of course!"</strong><br/><br/>She giggled brightly at Waywocket's concerns, leaning close herself, almost poking noses with her.<strong>"The secret is,"</strong>she says conspiratorially,<strong> "Stand just far enough away that you don't get a crick in your neck, and you aren't looking up their noses. Other than that, just occasionally remind them that they're too tall now and then, keep them in their place."</strong>She gave the other woman a big playful smile, before letting her go to gather her own supplies.<br/><br/><strong>"Indeed! Waiting here won't get anything done. we've got a dryad to save! Fuzzy animals to protect, heroic deeds to do!"</strong>She hefted her pack onto her shoulders, bouncing a bit on her feet to settle the weight, before scooping up her hammer and a buckler emblazoned with the rose-and-star holy symbol of Delilah. As if reminded, she gave a soft "oh!" and unshouldered her pack again, bending over to poke through its many pouches and compartments until she found what she was after; her actual holy symbol. She donned this around her neck, the gold-painted pendant resting just right so the thin fabric of her tabard was pressed against her cleavage underneath. The sign of her goddess now free for all to see, she jostled the pack back onto her shoulders, and started out of the tent after Remi.<strong>"Hey wait up, some of us have short legs!"</strong>