<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Wren Bushberry</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=279784.msg13755164#msg13755164)<div align="center"></div></div>(https://78.media.tumblr.com/eb38a2dc5f9a953b7cc9a9ec7cb10202/tumblr_p0x3bjEQ3x1tk4029o2_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d8 | <strong>HP:</strong> 16/17 | <strong>AC:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2 (Religion, Insight<br/>Medicine, Persuasion)<br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Cha, Wis<br/><strong>Damage:</strong> Warhammer (1d8+2 / 1d10+2) | <br/>Light Crossbow (1d8)</div>Valthos grasped Wren's holy symbol before she could get the spell out. She gave him a surprised look, actually a little shocked that he would manhandle the object so. She then set her face into what she hoped was a scowl, but was actually more of a pout.<strong>"Fine, she shares your bedroll tonight, not mine."</strong>She looked back towards the... Spirit? Wraith? Whatever she was, and mused aloud,<strong>"What if we cremated her...? Like that poem about the northern lights?"</strong>She shrugged.<strong>"If it goes wrong though, just, you know, scream or something, I'll be right over there!"</strong>She says cheerily before rolling ot her feet.<br/><br/>She clambered over to the furthest portion of the cavern where Waywocket had set up base, folding her arms aroudn her knees. When the other gnome whipped off her dress, Wren's cheeks got very hot, and she tried to not stare. She didn't try<em>very hard</em>but she did try.<strong>"Do you, uh, want to borrow my cloak?"</strong>She asked quietly, reaching up to unfasten the garment from her shoulders.<strong>"I think it should cover, er..."</strong>She looked from Waywocket's toes, all the way up to her eyebrows, then back down.<strong>"Well, <em>most</em> of you? If you're cold, I'm happy to help."</strong>