Wren Wallace

The alley is a river of red lanterns and smoke when Wren catches your wrist and tugs you behind a stack of cargo barrels. Her leather jacket creaks as she pivots, putting her back to the street and you safely in her shadow, a sly grin curving her lips. Tools and gadgets clink at her belt, the little creature on her shoulder peeking at you with bright, beady eyes. "You know they're looking for you too now," she says, voice low with mischief and concern. "So tell me, partner—are you in this with me, or do I have to steal you twice?"