Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

"Accept what?" Wraen felt slightly puzzled, so did her narrator. In a nearly six month long narrative you can lose track just as easily, if you have talked passionately about one subject moments ago. Rewind usually helps, it did now and after a brief awkward pause light-bulb above Wraen's head lit up and she was back on track.

"Well, you do not really need me to play the adult version," she told him. "Especially, if it is private matters or anything very personal," especially, if there was a theoretical chance of meeting people that were involved in person.

"Eh... tell you what - I think that we can meet up some other time and give that game a go. I have sat and talked long enough now and I would like to head home," she suggested. There was not much inspiration left now. "You will know, where to find me, or I can find you at some point," she got to her feet, stretched and was ready to leave.

Last one from me. You can conclude it in your next post and archive. Thanks!