<div class="floatright">(http://Character Art (Optional))</div><strong>Name[/b Wren demarco] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326953.msg15652195#msg15652195)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 60/60 <strong>AC:</strong> 223 <strong>Saves:</strong> Fort +7, Ref +9 Will +4<br/><strong>Resistances/Immunities:</strong> Include if any <strong>Senses:</strong> immunity to sleep and resistant to charm effects O)+2).special senses (low light vision and darkvision (60’).)<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> NoN<br/></strong><hr/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Wren had stepped off of the gang-plank literately  just an hour before. Now, she was sitting in aback room of a bar, listening to this man who lost his wife and, apparently, not man enough to do the job himself. Not that she was complaining; such men are why she has a job and income in days of bordom and mischief.<br/>On the other hand, she did see a couple of faces that she recognised<br/>from past jobs, so she would at least have someone to talk to between the fun stuff.<br/><br/>When the lecture about the afore mentioned job was done, she was about to ask a question when someone spoke up from a quasi-dark corner... weird, if you asked her, but as no one was asking her, she kept it to herself. Instead, once he was done asking, she looked back, "Is the city guard getting involved? That sounded like a lawyer.: She chuckled and rose to approach her friends. "We're alread6 net, and I'm not a semstress; there was as nych blood in those stitches as thread." She grinned and gave her a hug, "How's life been treating you, Hun?"<br/><br/>Wren returned to hug fromrty, going so far as to give him a light kiss before she let himbgo, "You be good or I'll have to spank you, and if you stain my leggings, I'll cover you with perfume and tie you to a lamp post with a sign that says, '2 xoppwerss for a good time'"