Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

There is this ongoing joke about "the non-existant perfect man" and Wraen was well-aware of it. This helped her set her own bar to, what she believed, were realistic and achievable check-points, and be suspicious, if someone or something was too good to be true. Whichever heights of eloquent speeches, charming qualities and cunning mind Arcturus would achieve later in life, she would always prefer this inexperienced and therefore honest version of him now. 

"He was good friends with my mother a long time ago," Wraen chose a harmless fact, in case this boy was just as bent on hating people that had once left Moonspear as his siblings and parents. "Met him as a wee baby and saw him grow up," she explained a little more. Occasionally she wondered, whether the baby version of Charon was more likeable than the grown-up, and whether that impression would explain, why such an awesome, generous and nice person as her mom, had had liking for such a selfish, conceited and vain person as him.

"Is your sister Vela around as well? I saw her few months ago last and she was very interested in traveling, if I recall correctly."