Gnomecalypse [5e solo hexcrawl]

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THistle listens carefully to Hushedfly's words. CHoosing her words carefully she answers
They didn't have any wounds, I mean they didn't bleed or bruise or anything but they said they felt the life drain out of them.

She tosses another stone into the lake.
I can't play the pipes as well as Headroom does. I wonder if she'd like my drumming as well. Maybe she'd dance? That would be funny.

Then she puts a foot into the water.
Brrr. It's cold. I wish it was warmer. If we had a really large clay pot we could heat water in it and swim in warmth.

She frowns a little.
I wish I had a spell to resist cold. I can heal though, and I can make animals like me.