<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zUwxjty.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wren Smallburrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15885804#msg15885804)<br/><strong>Race and occupation:</strong>Halfling Trickster<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Early Morning / Main Taproom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Naevys<hr/><br/>Having Naevys' arm around her shoulders made it easy for Wren to sort of snuggle in all comfy-like. "Oh! well, hello Throckmorton! I don't suppose you might have some hot water back<em>theyeeeah!</em>" She yelped as Naevys jostled her around with his proclamations, her cheeks burning at the bard's promise of bedding those in need.<br/><br/><em>"Shore thing, lass,"</em>the barkeep said, returnign a moment later with a clay cup of steaming water, to which Wren added a handful of flower petals.<br/><br/>"Oh! Uhm! Hmmm" Wren sipped her tea and tried to look thoughtful. "The board, I suppose? Or maybe... did you want to come back tonight? What will we do until then?" She blinked her big chocolate eyes up at the bard, nibblign her lip.