Redhawk Caldera strangers get born, strangers get buried

"I think that "being nuts"  is the essential ingredient to being a Blackthorn. Just like reckless and impulsive," Dwin laughed, when she heard skepticism in her sister's voice. "But in all seriousness - I do not think that those tasks would be anything we would not be able to tackle. Our mom and dad raised us well. We are up to the challenge," she smiled. 

"Oh, nah... it is nothing that serious that would not heal on its own, given few days rest," she shook her head. Dissmissive as any kid, whose parent is a doctor and who does not listen to their advice on ealth, is. This time, however, her assessment was right. She would be up and running again in few days time. 

"In a very cool place. There are pools of super hot and stinky water and it is very warm there, even if it is freezing cold everywhere else. That hag took a good swim there and then ran off in the wilderness dripping wet. Chances are that she is a frozen ice-block somewhere until the spring comes. Or... her being a hag... she has some magic in her system and being drenched to her skin does not harm her," Dwin rambled a bit, recalling the encounter vividly. 

"She reminded me of Frolic, really. An old version of Frolic, but crazy nonetheless. She said she had been raised by our grandparents," Dwin shared. "When do you want to go on that tour?"