The diminuitive woman paused for a moment, considering it... and considering Wrenn's position in all of this. "Uh... Give me one moment to, err, discuss this with my colleague!"<br/><br/>She darted over to Wrenn, getting up on her tiptoes and beckoning for him to lower himself so that she could whisper, "I, uh, think he's mistaken my for my sister as well... Play along, okay?" She offered a mischeviously innocent smile. Fast track to success! Already they were going to be rolling in the dough! Special favors and discounts- yeah! "I'm sure she won't mind when she finds out about this offer, too." Oh, she<em>won't.</em><br/><br/>The halfling sauntered giddily back over Byron, "...Umm. Okay then." She stammered skeptically, turning back around to regard Wrenn, "Could you give us a moment? I'll, err, call if I need anything."