<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/>"Yeah well, your mother made a delicious pie," he finished his conversation with the pigeon, making a rude gesture at the bird. "What, hey, where are you going?" He called after the women bounding out of the window. "Ah,<em>birrid clandan</em>," he cursed softly, before turning to Annie. He took one of the human woman's hands in both of his and pressed warm lips to the back. "Don't you worry, miss Annie, we'll have your tyke back fore you know it." He then turned and bounded out the window after the others. "Hey! HEY, not everyone has moose legs, you know,<em>wait up!</em>"