<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> 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><br/>Wren was delighted to return Waywocket's hug, even going so far as to peck a quick kiss on the other gnome's brow. Slight contact high from communing with the divine, maybe. After that greeting, she leaned over to pull heer shield and pack of supplies off the ice, burdening herself once again.<strong>"Well that was exciting!"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As they marched on and the weather and scenery grew steadily worse, Wren began to get a little nervous. All the flapping of Sumara's skirt just ahead of her couldn't even distract her from the worry.<strong>"We might want to thread a rope between everyone to make sure no one gets lost. Just to hold, though, in case something jumps out at us."</strong><br/><br/>She paused at the crackling noise. Was that just ice falling off a tree? Must have been.<strong>"Watch your heads, too!"</strong><br/><br/>At 2017-12-30 12:00:58, Wren (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=112068)