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

While Indra did not think very highly of her story-telling skills, Wraen was captured by her tale from the very first moment and to the very end she listened with keen interest, her eyes having a glint of wonder and her mouth slightly agape. It was not every day you met a person, who could offer a story in return for one she had given, but this time had been different. Upon returning home Wraen would have something valuable to add to her mental library. 

"You are a natural," she told Indra. "That was simply amazing!"