<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/>Waywocket's head bobs in a nod at Jinx's explanation about his weapon, her voice piping up after Wren's. "That's right! Bigger the beard the better the man. Elder Caretaker used to always whine about that. But he was an elf and claimed that's why his attempts could never match Elder Monk's dwarven beard." She briefly pantomimes a beard that's almost half a foot away from her cheeks and down past her waistline.<br/><br/>She does sigh in relief as Jinx says she doesn't need to change her dress. "That's good. Some of those outfits look hard to move in. Catch on branches way to easily."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The groups trip though the woods would see the small druid darting about peering into the brush and at the trees nearby, even stopping a few times to chatter with small critters close to the party's path.  The frozen river draws a squeal from her as she dashes forwards, muddy feet prodding at the frozen water. Perking up she grins at Wren. "It is! So neat how the water's frozen even though it moves so much." The pink haired cleric's suggestion and teasing draws a frown from Waywocket before she grins and darts over to her fellow gnome. Mimicing Wren she gives the armor clad lass a slap upon the rump before tugging at the armor covering the pinkette's form. "Might be smaller! But all this armor still makes ya heaver then me!"<br/><br/>With the debating going on and the human fighter actually working her way across the ice she grins, wiggling up against the Sumara and reaching up for the roped javelin. Claiming the weapon with a wide grin she shucks her pack and belt, tying them around her quarterstaff and setting it near the river.  "Make sure you keep the other end!" With javelin resting on her shoulder she makes her way carefully onto the ice before nodding and plopping down gently. It takes her some wiggling to slip the shaft of the weapon down the back of her dress but once it's fairly snug she rolls the bottom of her dress up above her knees. And proceeds to crawl on hands and knees across the river, no since doing it standing up and risking falling over after all. A light and cheerful hum drifts from her as she crawls slowly forwards, pausing every now and then to make sure the tool is still secure. Small hands slide across the ice gently testing her weight before she shifts, arms and legs spread for better stability fully ignorant of the way her dress clings tightly to her swaying rump or how her the tugging on her dress's back means the front presses against the unbound and swaying mounds of her breasts.<br/><br/>