Iktome Plains My friends all drive Porsches I must make amends

"OOOh, you have happened to have the same experience of intestines twisting, burning and turning inside out, while your body expells all the water from you?" Dwin grinned, looking the dark-pelted newcomer up and down and deciding to sit down for the conversation. "I do not advise on trying sea-weeds either. They may do miracles for the coast-dwellers and direct descendants from mermaids, but for ground-crawlers like me they just about nearly murder you," she smiled. 

"What's you name, kid?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "I am Hag of the Forests Dwin. Depending on the mood you may leave here either blessed or cursed," she told him, feeling playful today and testing the youngster to see, what kind of fabric he was made of.