Redhawk Caldera Two large gulps of free-range oxygen

"Geez you are one violent bunch," Osprey appeared to be perplexed by the ferocity these dragon hunters dealt with dragons. In her opinion, the most fun thing was hunting for a dragon and not the actual killing part. The chase was the thing that made adrenaline rush, gave you excitement. Not knowing, whether you were going to catch it this time or it would outwit you again. "I think that I would be too mellow for your taste - I would feel pity for them over the time. After all... If they lived here in Caldera before you came, they have sort of a right to be here, don't you think?" It was always fun, how serious one could speak about imaginary matters.

"I would gladly come, but I am the hag of the forest I live in too. I can't leave them. You know, how this oath magic works," she told him with a smile. She liked to think about herself as a witch, her stories were her magic. "So... when are the kids due?" she asked, wanting to find out, when to plan her next visit. Osprey had missed the birth of Perry's kids once, she didn't want to do the same mistake again.