Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

The stranger seemed to have grasped Wraen's uneasiness with the situation, but at the same time he did not go away. The way he regarded her, conveyed the message that he clearly needed something. What could it be - was beyond Wraen - there was no food, the lands weren't claimed and she did not look like someone, who lived here permanently. 

He approached her slowly and Wraen - just as carefully and what appeared to be effortlessly, walked few steps to the side, her nose still to the ground, but the gaze that was fixed on the stranger, betrayed her lack of interest. She was wary and it did not help to feel comfortable, if the other just stood there and watched her. 

He broke the silence, however, and Wraen looked up, listening to his inquiry and taking her time to reply. "I am not sure, but you might want to head North. A day's or two worth of walk and you should hit the oceanside," she replied as confidently as she could, though she had no idea, how long did it actually take one to go to the shores from here. "Why do you want to go there?"