Silver Creek takes two to tango

"Overseer Derg" she muses the title "I met a few of your Saints already, actually" which she would be glad to tell him about, if he wanted to walk for a bit. Wren could stand to make friends in the Teekons, and he was willing to be friendly.

She gives a nod. "Yeah, but it'll be better to walk back with someone I know" Wren begins, picking herself back up and composed and all that shit. Shaking off the spar, she bounces back toward Kingslend. An open invite to join her until they parted ways. 

Kynareth's words echo in her ears. There were murderers afoot.

exit/fade on my part! thanks for helping!