Blackfeather Woods I know it's just a number but you're the eighth wonder

"Euron!" Ramsay called as he slid-stepped down the slope into Spiderling Glen, casting about for his sibling and knowing full well he would never find him if Euron didn't want to be found. There was always the possibility of his sibling being elsewhere, but the glen was where he most often saw him, so it was a safe bet for him. If not here, then Euron could be anywhere, and finding leads on his most elusive sibling would be more trouble than it was worth for the halfling.

"Have news," he called out tantalizingly, seating himself on the edge of the icy creek. Even the waterfall was frozen, an undulating wall of ice dropping down into the frozen pool, and every inch of it scintillating in what light filtered down into their homestead. He pricked his wide ears and glanced around, then seated himself with a huff to wait for his brother to emerge from hiding, assuming @Euron was even there at all.