<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, Risspt, Jessynka<br/><br/>The next to ender was a small woman; literally, some of the chairs in the tavern easily had six inches on her. clutched to her chest was a large book and a folded leather satchel of some make. "Naevys! You have to stop with this<em>boldly striding</em>stuff! My legs aren't as long as yours!" Too late, he was already pitching his<del>mixtape</del>skills to the gruff, taciturn-looking bartender, and drawing attention from the local color.<br/><br/>So she walked up, and slapped the bard across his pert ass with her book. Thankfully the halfling wasn't really able to put all that much force behind it, but he still knows his cheeks got clapped. "Really! In such a hurry to get a drink!" She huffed softly, then noticed that she had just tossed herself in the middle of all these other people.<br/><br/>Well at least one of them was eye-level. "Hi there!" She offered to Risspt, then looked up at Jessynka. Wren's lips curved into a silent "ooo" at the sight of the redheaded barmaid, and she clutched her book a little closer to her chest. "And h-h-hello. Hi. What's on tap?" She swallows a bit. "Have any buns? pastries, I mean?"