Neverwinter Forest Not with my coin operated boy

I am looking for a female. Oh, please, whoever's up there, not me. Wraen thought, fighting hard not to let her inner fear of being recognized noticed, and keeping up the smiley-face, while she listened to the end of the girl's inquiry. It was not her. Charon was having a feud with yet another wolf, who did not even remotely resemble anyone of the Sunspire's founding crew. Good for her, bad for, whoever out there, he was after. She recalled all too well, how Cerberus had treated Titmouse or Screech, or whatever his name was in the end, and had no wish to know, what the three dark sisters were going to do, when they found this poor female. It did not cross her once that this time - unlike others - the lady in question had really earned all the wrath in the world.

"Ummm... no, never seen a wolf of that appearance," she shook her head. "What happened, what did she do?" she asked, hoping that beating Charon's daughter, she would buy more time, until questions would be asked about Wraen herself.