Firestone Hot Springs And it's keeping me up at night, and it's keeping me up, oh

Smokestep's accent was a little strange and cute at the same time and Wraen caught herself beaming and wishing to hear him talk more. And all in all he was a rather good-looking fellow - not one she would call exactly handsome, but he had his own charm that she was not immune to. The pair of unusual bicolored eyes and a piercing gaze that she found a little hard to keep for too long. And though he was very gentleman-like with her, she knew instinctively that this was a person you did not want to cross or have as your enemy.

Therefore the luck of having him as a friend.

"One day - perhaps," Wraen replied with a smile, but did not disclose any exact details of, where her home was. As interesting, smart and intriguing acquiantance he was, she did not trust him yet that much. "A whole crew? The last I met you it was just you and your sister. How did you find the rest? Were they washed up ashore?" she teased.