<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 12/12<br/>HD 1d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>When someone thanked Lynnara for her toss of food, she smiled and waved on her way back in recognition.  However, the cleric's request got a look of confusion from the wood elf.  Why would anyone tell someone to do something that they were already doing, and had been for some time?  Was it a joke?  Some form of sarcasm?  She had trouble believing it was that anyone thought her such an imbecile as to forget what she was already doing and needed reminding, but then, not everyone thought kindly of wood elves.  More likely it was just some sort of joke that went over her head; she knew she wasn't great with people.<br/><br/>However, the dwarf's reaction got more of a smile, and she waved that she'd heard.  "I also have about a dozen walnuts so far in my backpack, so you can plan for those, but it'll be harder to throw them all."  She often had quite a bit more of smaller things such as berries when they did stop, but it all depended on what she found.<br/><br/>Her next appearance out of the forest was to wave, her hands full of four peaches, which she tossed one at a time as people were ready.  Unsurprisingly, her aim with throwing was as good as with a bow, and someone might have to dive a bit to catch one of the peaches, but they were never completely out of reach.