An impish, knowing and appreciative grin spread across his face as Wrenn strode past the guardhouse, overhearing the commotion within. "Gotta admit, nothing makes me feel safer than a city's guard being so confident as to literally screw around on duty." He commented to any who would hear him, an arrogant overtone to his message. "Alwin, you lknow this place, right? Where's the best place to offload our gotten goods?" Hmm. No reply. "Alwin?" He started casting glances about, looking for the druid, but she was nowhere Wrenn could easily identify. "...huh. Well, this is supposed to be a resort town. No harm in walking around, taking in the~" his mind halted as he observed a woman dressed in a bunny suit saunter by. "Sights, let's call them that."