<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/><hr/>A smile is turned Wren's way as she kisses Waywocket's forehead, her head shaking and a giggle slipping from her at the clerics mention of armor. Peering down at her own bust she rolls her shoulders setting the plump mounds shaking. "Be bad." Meeting Wren's gaze she smiles at the pinkette. "Eldest Caretaker always grumbled about how our sect never did figure out the trick of shifting with clothing. Elder Brewer just claimed it was because clothing wasn't as natural as some would claim." Her grin grows as she leans in. "Armor's even more unnatural. I just haven't practiced as much as Eldest Master always told me to."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Waywocket's fingers tighten around Wren's as Sumara's fondling continues, each squeeze sinking the dark elf's fingers into the lush flesh of Waywocket's covered breast. Her toes dig into the snow covered ground as she twists and shifts, thighs rubbing together beneath her dress while small, whimpery moans spill from her. The mention of shelter has her perking up, cheeks burning even brighter as she slowly glances at the rest of the party moving about the battlefield. She gives a jerky nod as her breast is finally released, her voice squeaking while a shudder runs through her small form. "Shelter!  Need shelter yes!"<br/><br/>Spinning around she begins peering not at the battlefield but the surroundings, teeth worrying her lower lip as she moves to the trees. A small hand runs across a few trees as she wanders in a circle around the party, gaze most certainly not straying to the sight of Sumara fondling Remi. No siree.<br/><br/>Crouching down by the frozen river she runs her hands through the remains of the weeds and brush there before moving up to Valthos, a hand tugging at one of the straps of his outfit while her other hand stretches out to point slightly off of their side of the river. "Might be something that way." Frowning at the snow coated woods once more she reaches up and idly tugs at one ear, face scrunching up in thought. "At least... There would be if this was the woods I knew... A clearing with some dense growth enjoying all the water... Not sure how the snow would mess with things though."<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Survival check! (That's the right check?)  to find shelter.  <br/>Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=112975)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>