The Sentinels no business but gold

"A witch - interesting..." Wraen remarked, trying to remember, what her own mom had told about Lasher and coming up with virtually nothing. Well, apart from, what she had already told Lionel earlier. It was probably because Osprey told, when she had been asked to do so, and it was not surprising that her little young self would have hardly interest in a grown-up man from her parents' past, when there were more exciting characters to rave about. No real life witch could compete with a hyperbolized dragon that the collective imagination of Wraen and her mom had come up with. 

"That's a theory. Though there is also a belief that the world is a chaos, there is no order, no justice and things - both good and bad - happen randomly," she suggested. "And we will never find an answer. As for, whether he visits - well, I am not the one to say for sure - I never knew him and I would not sense his presence, even if he was standing right next to me," just as she said this, a gust of wind blew handful of sand in her face, making her squint and lean down to rub the grains fo sand out of her eyes. 

"This - could have been him or my granny MO. I never knew the latter either, but I imagine that would not deter her from haunting me," she joked, shook her head one final time and sneezed.