<strong>Name: </strong>Wren Demarco (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326953.msg15652195#msg15652195)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>60/60<strong>AC:</strong>23<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +7, Ref +9 Will +4<br/><strong>Resistances/Immunities:</strong>Immunity to sleep and +2 vs. Enchantment effects<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>low light vision and darkvision (60’)<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Nothing at the moment!<br/><br/>Wren had been listening to the questions and answers as she got reaquainted with old friends, waiting for a pause in the back and forth to ask her own question, only one question to begin with.<br/><br/>As the employer started to leave, she and Merc asked a question almost at the same moment, "What was your wife wearing, exactly? Be as precise as you can," She angled her head slightly as she continued. "There must be a reason for the Drow to pick her out... and a reason why you aren't dead." she looked questioningly at him for a few moments, "The Drow aren't known for leaving witnesses to tell anyone that they're in the area. It's very unusual for them to be so sloppy... in fact, were you injured at all?"