Wren Demarco<br/><br/>Wren's eyebrows rose at the entrance of the rather... curvy woman and had to force herself from rolling her eyes. There must be a wizard someplace in Waterdeep who specialized in enlargement spells for breast and making a fortune off of this irl and Sim. Admittedly, Wren wasn't a slouch in the breast department, but her hefty C-cups were no match for this one's.... endowments. Fortunately, Wren wasn't the jealous or envious type. "Sure, I'm always open to drinks... where did Adrian find you?" She sniffed, "No, not a lavender scented brothel, so that leaves another 50 or 60, plus a couple of dozen other places... not that I would say that you frequent such places, but Adrian isn't exactly a prime example of the male form..." She leaned closer while the wizard cast the spell, "He can come across as a little creepy sometimes."<br/><br/>She looked at the Bard, "You mean that you wouldn't fight a room full of men for my attentions?" She shook her head, "I need a strong man to handle me, I'm afraid that the lich would have to wait."