The half-elf cleric grows wary at the incredible display of power from this twisted shadow of a man... she keeps her shield at the ready, focusing the helmet-shaped emblem and whispering the words of her goddess as she strides into Wrenn's reach; "No blade may rend he bold of my kin, for my shield be thine ally and my fury be thine strength..." still unarmed, she places one gauntlet-clad hand on the warrior's back, "...and my will be thine victory." (casting Cure Moderate Wounds on Wrenn: 2d8+6... 8,3+6 = 17)