Firestone Hot Springs how to feel the heat

lol that moment when you're chattering amiably with a lovely Cicero then he turns up with a full-on "SPY" title, whistling innocently~

Ever since leaving The Ole Rip, Goldhawk had realised he was the odd one out (albeit to quite a jolly extent), but he had gotten used to that pretty fast and it had never bothered him anyway. But here he wasn't so different, simply because they were all different in a variety of ways. Cicero was a mini pirate fellow who spoke like a flummoxed soothsayer, and Sage was a floaty shadow spirit who played second-in-command to the apparent personification of evil intent.

The posse at Neverwinter is as new as a fletching sparrow, but I'd say far from unseasoned, he settled on. The key wolves of Neverwinter had old blood in these lands, and were far from inexperienced. Blackfeather Woods sounded like it might be similar, and he wondered why he hadn't heard of it so far. He supposed it must be fairly peaceful.

So... are these springs really as jolly relaxing as they seem? he asked, eyeing the hot waters suspiciously.