Broken Antler Fen Now for plan A

"Oh, my..." Wraen shook her head in mock-disappointment, while her eyes and lips were smiling. "Word of advice for the future - you ask the lady next time. There's a reason for an "ass" in assumptions," she joked and then heard out the rest of the circumstances that had led Blackthorn to her doorstep again. 

"Wow. I kind of figured that Firefly Glen might not be their top game - after all that happened in Moonspear and them suffering from a crippling bear attack," she remarked. "But Neverwinter Forest disabanding is sad to hear. It took a long time for Mal to put it together," she said this more to herself than the guy. He did not care. 

"A handsome homeless man - you know that vagabonds with their devil-may-care attitude have their particular charm," she told him. "What adventures you are up to now? Spring's coming, snow's melting, life will be soon lush and easy for the next few months," Wraen sat down and waited for his reply.