"Yes, him." Wrenna chuckled as she held out one of her arms in case he did fall. "Well, sometimes they come true" She answered, deciding not to press on with the fact that they are made up. "As for what else Desmond taught me was my basic reading, writing, math, some basic real life lessons. He had traveled around the world, or at least that's what he told me. It was hard to tell what was truth and what was fiction. He never lied though, not about important things. He was always worried about what kind of future my father would force onto me...he always said "Wrenna, we can not see the future, we can not see the final destination. We can only see the road map to it. We can't see the obstacles that may spring up. But we can keep working something. Something good or bad. You may never know whether what you're working for is good or is bad. You need to look after your loved ones but there are times when you'll have to look after yourself. Sometimes it will be more important to look after yourself..."
 
Wrenna sighed. She wasn't good at following his advice. "Anyways, other than that, there wasn't much else he could teach me. He wasn't a scholar nor was he talented in any good standing trade. But I feel like he taught me a lot of important things. It's good to see he's still faring well. It's been almost ten years since I've been back there you know."