Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

arcturus did not find wraen sounded a know-it-all; rather, he seemed a sponge willing to soak up her words, though a prickly one at best. he kept his composure, of course -- he did not want to let her think he was hanging off of every word... but he was.

wraen's mention of his father's love of stories intrigued arcturus -- for wraen offered a snapshot into the life of what charon was like outside of his family; here was a perspective of his father he had yet to exhaust, and of course, he was quite interested in learning more. mutely, the boy offered only a nod in response -- maybe wraen would spin him a yarn that happened to be charon's favorite, and arcturus would come away from this meeting knowing just a little more about the enigmatic and confusing man that was his father.