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"Well, in this valley, I know only the one, which is called Redhawk caldera and is found down south from here," Wraen explained. She had seen the place few times herself, when she had lived in the area, but it had never struck her as any more dangerous than the mountain ranges on both sides of the location. It had never awoken or spat fire in her lifetime, but if the story was circulating of it doing so, then the memory had to have some foundation in truth. 

"That volcano is sleeping though. Haven't heard a single rumble or smelled sulfur, when I've been around," she added. "Fire - on the other hand - yes. Once. I was young and travelling with my parents and we happened to be near a place, where a fire was raging in a forest. It was far off, but I remember feeling the immense heat and the blazing reds and oranges. And how the wood crackled and hissed," she reminisced. The memory was so potent that she could remember it vividly even years after the incident. 

"There was also a lot of smoke and I remember feeling very sick as well," either because of the chemicals in the fumes or carbon monoxide. Wraen had no way of knowing. "It is an extraordinary sight, but terrible as well."