<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> 13/15 | <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 (1d8+2 TH)<br/>Dagger 1d4+2</div><br/>A grin curls Waywocket's lips as Wren tries to stifle her giggling. "That sounds more annoying. No exercise? Wandering through the woods?" Her head tilts before she shrugs. "Well... a sealed park. But about as wild as the cities get." The mention of a human sized broom does have her laughing, head bobbing in a wild nod. "That does sound a pain. I've tried using tall folk sized stuff before and all I did was crack my own head with the damn things."  As Wren slips off to remove her armor she leans back and lets her hands brace behind her as she sways her feet to a light tune she hums.<br/><br/>Her watching of the ghost is disturbed by Wren's return, a grin on her lips as she nods. "Right? Never could understand the point of all that metal. 'course we're all trained without 'cause the constricting stuff wraps around ya when ya shift." She gives a small shrug before leaning in towards Wren. "Oh? Come up with anything? Beyond Valthos's wait the morning out?"