Broken Antler Fen Acid green

"It's all nice, but our parents were already grey, you know," Wraen pointed out. And they had been that way, even when she and her two partners in crime had been small. If there was any truth about turning gray quicker with small kids around, then some other little rascals had done plenty of harm long before either of her parents had decided to have children of their own. Continuing that thought... they should have been awarded medals for even attempting. 

She was about to give a poetic addition of her own, when an unfamiliar man joined them. Friendly and with easy manners, but Wraen shot a questioning glance at Maia, wondering, who this charmer was. If she had been introduced to him, then she had probably forgotten. "Well, you have come just in time," she told him with a sly grin. "Because in Brecheliant every recruit has to prove their worth not only in routine tasks, but creativity too. Are you brave enough to venture the path of poetry?"