<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 small form of Waywocket twists and fidgets as she watches the mirror, the wizard not quite inspiring much awe. Keeping an ear towards the staggered explanations she lets her gaze wander around the group, her head dipping in a nod towards the dark skinned tall-one with the long ears. A grin curls her lips as her gaze settles upon another small one, the pink haired and tabard clad lass's wave met with a far more energetic wave.  Bouncing on her toes she moves towards the gnome, the way her rather plump bust bounces beneath her thin white dress offering up testament to her lack of anything beneath the dress. With a light cheer she plasters herself against the other gnome in a rough and squishy hug before pulling back, wide grin curling her lips as her hands rest upon Wren's shoulders. "Glad ta see you!" She nibbles on her lower lip before leaning in slightly, voice not quite whisper quiet. "Was a little worried 'bout the tall-folk. None of 'em seem like my teachers so I don't know how I'm supposed to talk to 'em."<br/><br/>The mirror catches her attention once more as the wizard finally explains more about Lily, her dress dancing around her as she spins to stare in shock at the mirror. "A High Dryad's under threat? What are we waiting on we've gotta go!" With a nod towards the leather clad female and the horned male she scampers over to the couch she'd been on and gathers up a pack and belt and putting them on, The straps pulling her dress tight against her front as she gets them settled. The last thing she scoops up is a quarterstaff that she lets rest upon her shoulder.<br/><br/>Biting her lip and with a curious glance she moves towards the sole male, hand coming up to point at his instrument. "If... you don't mind. What is that?"