<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E35b81ec25ba02815cddf6a411b8426c.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yamyra Fardawn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2445785)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl: 4, Race: Halfling, Gender: Female, Class: Cleric</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>36/36<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>d20+5<br/><hr/><br/>The little redhead was very pleased by the squeezes, even when they got a bit tight.  Her full bosom squished into Mr. Edmund's chest despite sturdy parade armor and she squeezed him back, as much as she could wiht shorter arms.  "i'm really happy we could help?" she replied with a grin.  "Do you think we found everyone?"<br/><br/><br/>Yamyra gave a little squeek at the creepy caretaker and his creepier words.  Shivvers shot down her spine.  She didn't let it ruler her, though.  The little redhead stepped a few paces closer.  "Wishes are no more?  What do you mean, sir?  Wishes are the hopes and dreams of all, and the world is full of people who hope and dream."<br/><br/><hr/>