Wren, from his position beside the male with the odd weapon, chuckled to himself. He took a large swig of his drink before turning to face the two who were now standing behind them. The situation had played out very differently in his head. The fact that the woman was now demanding a drink from the man was fairly amusing in itself. [@VKAllen][@Ambra] [color=6ecff6]"Well this is very interesting but I think it is time for me to walk away."[/color] He stood up and moved out of the way as the female took a seat where he could only assume the dead orc was previously positioned. The smell had started to get to him anyway. He hadn't planned on sitting there much longer.  

With that Wren moved around the male and female but stopped for a moment beside the male. [color=6ecff6]"Oh by the way, I don't think the lady needs your help mate, she seems perfectly capable of handling that on her own should things have turned south. You on the other hand seem slightly less... equipped to handle the stranger's mysterious weapon. So it is a good thing it played out the way it did."[/color] He was referring to his lack of armor not trying to offend his masculinity. From the looks of the dead orc the weapon the strander possessed was not something to be taken lightly. Wren figured armor was more helpful than none. 

He shrugged and continued on his path toward the back of the tavern, where he had decided to interact with another individual in the tavern, an orc like man who had secluded himself in the back where he would be less likely to be noticed. [@Lauder] With drink in hand he seated himself at an adjacent table and chuckled to himself. He looked over the man, assessing if it was safe to interact before eventually speaking. [color=6ecff6]"You look like you walked here friend. Not exactly the safest or smartest thing to do, but anyway, what brings you to the far west?"[/color] He questioned casually. Wren had a habit of calling people mate or friend. It was how he spoke as a salesman and the speech had a tendency to travel into his casual conversation, which he would have with anybody willing to listen. He liked to think he had friends of all races in all places. Whether that was true or not was another question, but there was usually someone, somewhere, willing to speak to a friendly soul such as himself.