Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

That very extreme part of Wraen's personality, who would trade the soul for a good story, thought that this was by far the most interesting tale, of how a person had found it's way here. Vagabonds, thieves, con-masters - which part of Finbar's biography was not brilliant? Yet the part, which was called conscience, tact and sympathy, noticed that for some reason the fellow was not too happy to recount his past life and, as much as she would want to ask him 100 questions, she should not, if he himself did not seem willing. If it was true, what he had said, about preferring a more stable life to travelling, she would get to know all she wanted in time. Patience was a key. 

"From what I can tell - they have raised a really pleasant fellow to be around," she smiled at him, wanting to add the part about having a good heart as well, but kept this to her. After all she did not know him that good and he could turn out to be a wolf in sheep's skin after all. "And here we are," she told him, when they arrived to the scene of the events. "I know one thing for sure - my sister will kill me, if I do not bring her here," she said, because the installation of ice blocks, snow, pieces of rocks, earth and some unlucky trees, which had been broken along the way and taken down with the rest. It looked scary and horrible, but at the same time so captivating that she had hard time looking away from it.