<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> 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<br/>Dagger 1d4+2</div><br/>The dark elf's faceplant has Waywocket gigglign like crazy, laughter that dies down as Remi's shield serves as a sled to help the fighter across. With a quick nod she raises her voice. "Don't forget my stuff!" Turning around she begins collecting some small sticks and arranging a small firepit near the path but away from the river. A clap of her hands and a low murmer to the spirits of fire has the prepared wood bursting into flames that crackle merrily. Nodding she moves to Remi and attempts to help the Fighter up off the frozen river.<br/><br/>"It's not much but a little heat should help you." A frown curls her lips as she looks up at Remi. "Sure you're okay? That sounded like a nasty dip."