Firestone Hot Springs sage of the inward eye

"Me? Not exactly," Osprey shook her head. She knew the origin of her name, as well as all of her three brothers'. Somehow their litter had been of "commemorate the loved ones" theme - and as far as she knew no one before them or after had been named of any of their dead or long gone relatives. The knowledge of this had always been a source of pride, as well as confusion and discontent. At least for her, because she always wondered, if her parents had realized, how much of a burden they had put on her, when they had named her after MO's brother. "I had an uncle, whose name was Osprey too. From what I heard he looked almost exactly like me and had been very nice," there was more, of course, but nothing that she would want to reveal to the stranger.

"Yeah... mountain giants like to keep to themselves," Osprey agreed thoughtfully. "But mountain-dwelling goblins are something entirely new to me. Do tell, if you don't mind sharing your stories?"