After spending what time she needed to contact her sources, Wren makes her way to the tavern and strolls in with a unconscious, graceful hip sway and walk that might stop a blind man in his tracks for an admiring look. Without meaning to, she clarely has a walk that only being at sea for long months, combined with the natural walk of a woman, could produce... and it might be called "mildly distracting" under the worst of conditons.<br/><br/>She nodded at the bartender and sat down in a cair across from Kail. A moment later, a container of honey mead is deposited in front of her and a smiling maid pulls her wide brimmed cap off of Wren's head, "Didn't your mother raise you any better Wren Demarko! No hats indoors!" She drops the hat on the table and ask, "Some spiced potatoes while you wait? How about your silent man friend there?"<br/><br/>Wren grinned, "If I took it off, you wouldn't have anything to complian about Brena... and yes that sounds lovely, if there's any fresh bread, I'll have some of that as well." She looked at Kail, "Kail? it may be a long night."