Wren lifted her eyebrows, looking at the balding gnome, "Honestly? How many times have I been here? I've spent more time in this place than I did on my da's knees and when have I ever caused trouble? Not once in nearly 10 years and you've let me take my clean clothes in before..." She gave them a shigrinned look, "Well, ok... there was that time with the dwarf, but he tried to put his nose in my chest without evenin asking and he had a beard as stiff as a pummel stone... and even then, I only slapped him a little. Do you reall expect me to carry my unmentionables and clothes  through that crowd? Come now, I give you my word and everyone here knows that my word is good, that there's nothing in my pack that'll hurt a living soul and I'll take whatever truth telling you want to on that oath."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Using diplomacy to keep the bag (Crossing fingers)<br/><br/>Roll: 13<br/><br/>Nevermind... damned dice bot craps out on me whenever it's NOT mundane and pointless.....<br/><br/></div></div>