The Sentinels Somewhere only we know

Wraen amused herself sometimes by observing people she did not know and trying to guess as much about their personality and biography as possible. During the course of the conversation one part of her mind was dedicated to deciphering Brisbane out, though by far he was the most difficult one. If her dear friend Epic was an open book with big letters and very detailed, colourful illustrations, then this fellow was the kind of leather-bound, ancient looking edition with heavy chains wrapped around it and with a coded print in foreign language inside. 

He was young in stature, but the hauntingly beautiful amber eyes spoke of wisdom and experience beyond years. The scars, which marred Brisbane's otherwise handsome looks, boasted with a gruesome history that Wraen was pretty sure she did not want to find out. First impressions - a mystery man that made her feel a bit wary, even though he had been quite civil towards her so far. "Actually I came here looking for the place, where I spent first months of my life," she explained. "My parents passed few months ago and my sister has taken it very hard. I thought that coming here and finding the exact place, where our family began, would do her some good. Do you have experience with mourning and how to deal with it?"