She knows the truth now. That is good. I hope that she will escape the curse of her bloodline. That remains to be seen, I reckon.

She deserves to learn the truth. About Jelyn. But also about herself. Now that the rest of the Marvus family is dead, Anara stands to inherit everything that's left. The ship, the wealth. Everything.

Well, I reckon that when you go and talk to her you'll find that she's red of hair just like Jelyn. Just like all the other members of the Marvus family. That will be proof enough, don't you think?

Red of hair, both of them. Just like all the other members of the Marvus family. That's proof enough, don't you think?

Hmmm... Alright. Alright. Nevermind then. But I'm quite sure that they are siblings.

Red-haired. Same as ol' man Marvus and his sons. And what color is Anara's hair?

If you want vital records or some other documents, you're going to be disappointed. I reckon they don't exist. But... you have eyes with which you can see, my friend. You found Jelyn's body. Tell me: what color was Jelyn's hair?

Remember to be tactful, my friend, when you tell all this to Anara. The news of Jelyn's fate and her own heritage will come as a shock to her.

She deserves to learn the truth. About Jelyn. But also about herself. Now that the rest of the Marvus family is dead, Anara stands to inherit everything that's left. The ship, the wealth. Everything. Think about it, my friend. Obedur Marvus had a replacement for Jelyn in mind. Both of them are orphans of the same age. Both of them abandoned, not knowing who their parents were. The feeling of kinship they shared. There's no doubt in my mind. She and Jelyn are siblings.

She's a barmaid here. Lovely girl.

That's me. I suppose I should call myself Anara Marvus now. Feels strange.

That's me. I've been living under the Gilmanils' roof ever since I was little. I have no memory of my real parents. They abandoned me here, so they couldn't have been very nice people.

That's me.

Haven't you heard? She quit her job here. She's the captain of the Paruddma now.

My late mother took her in when she was but a child and I wasn't much older myself. I don't know who her parents were. I suppose they were running away from the Arnesian War and simply left her behind. Don't matter to me. She's a hard-working girl who earns her keep. That's all I care about.

No, she hasn't run away! What an odd thing to suggest. She's in the back room behind this counter. Go see for yourself.

She works down at the Sailors' Inn. A harlot, like I said.

She works down at the Sailors' Inn.