Neverwinter Forest Bullet train to Iowa.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me that a tough hag like you will be taken down by the good ol' heart attack," Dwin stuck her tongue out at Towhee playfully, amused by her grumpiness and the fact that she had earned two unusual and nonsensical nicknames. "No, no, no... I think that, when the DEATH finally comes for you, you will challenge him for a wrestling match, bore him to death with long stories of your life and lists of all the things you want to complain about - naughty children and thankless grandchildren included - and then - maybe - the man of the hour will take your. Or will decide that Paradise is too good for you," she let the whimsical story flow. "Because you know, how the saying goes? The good girls go to Paradise, the bad ones - wherever they want," she smiled smugly at her own cheekiness.

"Well, the hag is an inherited title. My great-grandma March Owl was one, my grandma Osprey was one. My aunt Wraen was one. And someone had to pick up the title in this generation of kids. You have to have one in the line, you know," she told her. "And with a lot of brothers - they cannot be hags - and with sisters that want to be princesses, I had no choice but to take the honours," she finished. "But - of course - you are right that there is a difference between us. I am a teenybopper hag and you are the old, cranky and cantanekerous one!"