Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

"Well, you cannot consider to having been everywhere noteworthy in the world, unless you have visited the caldera. It is THE BEST place," Dwin was a true patriot of her local village, one could sense it in the every fibre of her being, when she told it. Brecheliant's present location was truly an extraordinary place in the Teekon wilds - there was no other like it. But Dwin would be just as proud of her home, even if it was a shack in the woods made out of cardboard, plastic and old tires. Your own castle is still a castle, even when it does not fit the conventional idea of what a castle is. 

"We have a tall mountain in the centre of the territory and there is a huge lake inside - mom told that a long, long time ago at the pit of that now lake lived a dragon, who had a bad temper and spat out such hot fire that it melted rocks and turned everything in ashes. But one day a travelling lake - so you know, in old times lakes were not stationary, but traveled like clouds in the sky, seeking good places to land and stay - came there, decided to rest and fell right in the dragon's lair. The dragon drowned and eventually turned into numerous vicious puppy-eating long-fish that live in that lake to this very day," she finished, slightly out of breath. She loved listening to stories, but was not good at retelling them. She had difficult time remembering all the details and even this version of "how did caldera came to be?" was a patched up, improved and stood ve-e-e-ery far frmo the original.

"Well, if the seals can hunt wolves, how can you be sure that you won't eventually become the prey and not the other way round?" Dwin asked.