Moonspear I lose myself tonight

"Do they?" Wraen asked with a sincere smile. Despite what Terance said, one could not read him like an open book. He was more like the diary with a lock type. If he wished, he let you in, if he did not wish you to see, then you would have no idea that there was anything wrong with him. But she did not want to bring up their earlier argument. Terance was, who he was, and there was nothing you could do to change that. 

"Well, Mr. Not-Perfect - how about we waste less time talking and do some useful stuff?" she changed the subject swiftly, stretched and prepared for action. She had given up on looking for the otter head and decided that it would be a lot easier and more fruitful to get a new one. "Do you have enough spunk for a hunt?"

Fade in your next post? Great thread, lots of character development. :)