Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

"Well, I am more curious about, what happened to them and where they went," Wraen replied, feeling that sympathy was out of place here. She had probably met Mayfairs as a puppy, but that was before the time she could have had any conscious memories. They were just names and faces, woven in the fabric of her history and origins, but nothing more. 

"In the end - my mom used to say - that the older you get, the fewer friends you have and eventually those few are the people that matter to you the most," she was not too sure, if she agreed wholeheartedly here with Osprey, and yet it was true for her mom. With the myriad of friends and acquaintances she had met in her lifetime, only Dante had remained as her only life-long, beloved and trusted friend. And in the end - how many more you really needed? 

"Have you been traveling a lot?"