<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/0becb8aced0d98fd99922f75174a96f6/tumblr_pns7pl3RhE1r38o8mo1_1280.png)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Wren Oneshoe</span> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1246699)<br/><sup><strong>Gnomish Cleric<br/>AC: 16 | HP: 10 | PP: 13<br/>Active Effects:</strong></sup><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Cantrips</span></strong></sup><br/>Minor illusion<br/>Thaumaturgy<br/>Guidance<br/>Sacred Flame<br/><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">1st level: 2/2</span></strong></sup><br/>Charm Person<br/>Disguise Self<br/>Cure Wounds<br/>Shield of Faith<br/>Guiding Bolt<br/>Bless</div></div></div></div><hr/><br/>"Hey, hey, easy there miss," he reached out, putting a soothing hand on Annie's. "Of course we'll do what we can.<em>Right</em>?" he looked to the others, surprisingly stern, like they better not refuse. He slipped out of his chair then. "Don't you worry about the gold, nobody's going to ask a mother to buy their baby back for the love of Garl. Come, show us," and he would let the woman lead them forward.