Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

"It won't be that easy. You will first have to pass a face control. Then you will have to find correct answers to three riddles. And then you will have to tell a joke that would make even a stone laugh," Dwin made up the stuff on the go, though this order of things was not entirely of her own creation. Long, long time ago the two sisters (one of whom was Dwin's mom) had discussed, what they wanted their pack to be like and having to guess riddles as a challenge had been one of them. 

"How can that be fun?" Dwin looked at Heph, as if she was that mad lady on the street, who was out in her slippers in the snow, waving kettle and lamenting the government (narrator's experience). "Real life is not a folk tale. There you can be swallowed whole by an evil wolf or be smashed to pieces and then put together and brought back to life by a witch. If they catch you and kill you - that's it," she argued. "Have you done all things in life you wanted to do to want to have a risk of dying?" she asked.