<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/0becb8aced0d98fd99922f75174a96f6/tumblr_pns7pl3RhE1r38o8mo1_1280.png)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Wren Oneshoe</span> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1246699)<br/><sup><strong>Gnomish Cleric<br/>AC: 16 | HP: 10 | PP: 13<br/>Active Effects:</strong></sup><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Cantrips</span></strong></sup><br/>Minor illusion<br/>Thaumaturgy<br/>Guidance<br/>Sacred Flame<br/><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">1st level: 2/2</span></strong></sup><br/>Charm Person<br/>Disguise Self<br/>Cure Wounds<br/>Shield of Faith<br/>Guiding Bolt<br/>Bless</div></div></div></div><hr/><br/>Wren wasn't a stranger to the backrooms, and had at least met most of the occupants... honestly mostly just through chatter at the front of the house when they served drinks, but hey, it counted. Some, he did knew more... thoroughly. And one of them happened to be that halfling woman. What was her name? Maple? hazel? Some tree...<em>Holly</em>, that was it. Though he'd never seen her bored face, and decided he didn't like it. Wren paused, meeting her eyes, and was clearly trying to restrain a chuckle. He then gave her a wink and put a finger to his lips to say "shhhh" before walking on. His fingers wriggled a bit just as he entered Annie's room.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Minor Illusion</div><div class="spoiler_body">   Behind the group, they heard the man's grunting and groanings as before: <strong>"Take it bitch, unf, yeah, that's what you get... <sub>I've never satisfied a woman!</sub></strong>" Wait, really? "<strong>Fuck, you're tight, <sub>tighter than my old nanny goat!</sub> Unf, unf, <em>fuck</em>... <sub>my wife's leaving me for a kobold!</sub>"</strong> Apparently he was to distracted to hear "himself"? <strong>"Yeah, you little whore, I'm gonna give it to you good, are you ready? <sub>Yeah, take that peanut dick!</sub>"</strong> By now, surely other patrons were snickering... <strong>"Okay, ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck, you tiny bitch, I've got a big one for you, ung, ungh, ready? Oh yeah, yeaaaeah, here it comes... unnn, unnnngh fuuuuuck... <sub>breeeeeEEEEEEEERRRrrrrrppppptttttt-pfpfptpft-frrrrrrrrt!</sub> THE FUCK?!</strong>" Just as the man cums, the sound of a high-pitched breaking of wind issues forth.</div></div><br/><br/>Crude, perhaps, but Wren's on a time budget. he tries VERY hard to keep a serious face - someone's baby is missing! Pretending like there aren't howls of laughter coming from the space behind them and the confused sputterings of a patron who, indeed, has a dick like a peanut, Wren walks towards the window and peers out. If Vagmi hasn't scared them all off, Wren will start making pigeon noises to the local house-birds, scattering some stale breadcrumbs out at them.<br/><br/><acronym title="Have any of you seen a human nestling leave this window?">Khooo, khooo, wuk wuk, khoo, kuck kuck bru-u-u?</acronym>" Using his gnomish ability to speak to small animals, and all that.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you have an ability, might as well use it, right? I'm going to have Wren try to use Wisdom (Animal Handling) to try to interrogate the local pigeons, house finches, or whatever sort of other flying rat lives outside that window  ;D<br/><br/>At 2019-04-03 05:37:57, Wren (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=134551)</div></div>