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After hearing the very convincing story of how a person could become water, if they spent too much time in it, Birk kept away from the lake and forgot any endeavours that would involve swimming. He figured that he was quite well-off on the solid ground and changing it would be stupid and dangerous.

However, now and then he would find himself by the water's edge and there was he now, sniffing and pawing at a clump of mixed heritage. Sea-weeds, some gnarled root, little clams and the unmistakeable smell of rotting fish, hidden inside. He had tried to eat it whole a moment ago, only to find out that this attempt was neither wise, nor successful. Therefore he sat down to look at it intently and ponder about this one great mystery in life, when approaching footsteps caught his attention.

He had heard that recently another member of the Bunch had returned and, as he examined the running fellow with his eyes, looking for features of similarity to the rest of the Redhawk family, he wondered, if this was indeed another one.