Neverwinter Forest Not with my coin operated boy

"You're welcome, I guess?" Wraen was not sure that she had been helpful at all, but - hey - if her sloppy answer had got her in the girl's good books somehow, then she should not worry about that much. She was also glad that she did not get to know, what exactly this criminal at large had done to Charon, because this would make her wonder, what could the blunt facts be behind the exaggerations and biased opinions of her former alpha. 

Vela? She had seen the girl last, when she had been just a whelp, though even then she had had a remarkable likeness to her father. Now it was even more prominent, though in more feminine forms. And she had to admit that this version of Charon was much more attractive and likeable on a purely physical level. Whether she had just as inflated ego as her dear pa, or self-righteousness to a fault like Hydra, was to be found out.

There is this saying about not blaming kids for their family's faults, but her dislike for certain members of that family was so deeply rooted that she could not see past it at this moment. "I do not think that you have to. I really did not say anything helpful," Wraen shook her head in denial, more eager to get rid of this company than before. Vela might be fine, but she did not want to encounter the dark sisters. "Where are you from, exactly?" she asked, feeling like a hypocrite, because she knew this perfectly well.