Blackbeak Bluff Surfin' Dudes

"Good," Wraen replied and watched in relief, when the man walked away from the danger of falling over the cliff. One could probably ask a question - why should she care about the stranger - but some part of her being would not be able to sleep soundly at night, with the knowledge that there had been someone she could have helped out, but had not. 

"Hunting," she lied smoothly, thinking that this was a very good excuse to lure the man even further away from the cliffs. "I was going to check out a mousing spot my sister told me about yesterday. It's not too far from here - you can join me, if you wish," she offered. "Name's Wraen, by the way. Who are you?"