Cedar Sweep Captain Marvelous

Wraen had not expected anyone to find her here, especially, since she had come this far to be away from people. But in that case a bog or a swamp would have been better choices for that purpose. And she had dismissed both because of abundance of flies there compared to the tolerable number here.

She wiped her eyes and pushed herself up to a sitting position. There was a brief moment during which she regarded the odd-looking stranger and made a decision, whether she wanted to converse with him or simply tell him to bugger off. The latter did not seem a very wise option, considering their difference in size and the possibility that she would not be able to outrun him, in case he got angry. So - the first - as much as she wanted to be alone - she had to be polite at least.

"Nothing particular," she lied smoothly, though her general miserable appearance gave her away. "Who are you?"