Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

Wraen found it a little difficult to distinguish, where the conversation regarding Indra and her as individuals ended and where one with two different views and experiences in life clashed together. By now (and not through the most pleasant circumstances) she had learned that people were impossible to change and that you had to respect each one of them, no matter, how wrong you thought they were in their actions and opinions. It was a life-long lesson to learn, a difficult one as well, but here and now she decided not to push the subject further. They would get nowhere.

"Do you like stories?" she changed the topic abruptly.