Talk To Wrenn

You turn from the bar and bump into the halfling woman. She blushes, "Pardon me, my lord."

You also blush, "It's no fault of yours, miss."

She shyly turns away and walks to the far side of the tavern. You turn and walk over to the man and nod. "Are you Wrenn?" You ask.

"What's it to you, paladin?" He asks marking a distaste for paladins in his voice.

"I need to find a ship to take me and my things to Pillea. I was told you might be heading that way."

"Trip will be five gold for you... ten more if you have a horse. Won't be the cozy confines you're used to. I can promise you that," Wrenn's face is an impassive mask.