Big Salmon Lake That depends, who's asking?

"Fae like fairy, right?" Birk quickly made the association between the two words and immediately he saw before his eyes a little, pale, hairless-chipmunk like and quite blood-thirsty being straight from those few myths he actually remembered. His recollection was faulty, however, but it was a good thing that for once he didn't blabber out everything he had on his mind. 

"I am Birk and I reside right next to that huge geyzer you see in the distance," he beckoned to the caldera, which was looming in the distance. "What home can you boast of?" he asked in a good humor.