Broken Antler Fen It's all there in the gospels

He liked the way Wraen thought. She didn't blow things out of proportion- but acknowledged that others did that. She'd heard things as well, no doubt- but unlike others, she hadn't made any mention of war. She gathered information and intelligence the way a raven would search for and collect shiny things. And furthermore- she also knew when to end a conversation, and send visitors packing, whilst being polite about it. Something shimmered lightly in his otherwise dull eyes- and with a nod that was almost a polite gesture (something in very, very low quantity in Jackalope's repertoire) he gave her a slight smile and shifted his weight, indicating that he got the hint, and would let her be. 

"I will," He said, though he wasn't one hundred percent sure he would extend the greeting, simply because it wasn't the top priority- and he thought he might keep this little encounter to himself. If he let Mal know that Wraen was nearby, there was a potential that this charming woman he'd found would then get more involved with his alpha, and Jackalope wasn't exactly willing to share. "I'll see you again," He said, almost cryptically, before he turned, and began to jog in the direction of Neverwinter.