Firestone Hot Springs come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones

"Oh, that's nice to know," Birk ventured a little closer and then plopped down to his belly so that he and the girl were almost in the same level, while talking. He remembered the time, when he had tried to communicate with one of his distant very troll-like relatives. No only had she been gifted with a long and scruffy fur, but she also spoke in guttural "rhhr"s and "argh"s and occasional "umph"s only. Nevertheless Birk believed that their conversation had gone on famously, until the troll had launched for his throat and he had had to flee. Long story short - he could talk with anyone - even those, who did not speak the same language as him.

"Nice to meet you, Lotte," he replied. "My name is Birk. So, what are you doing there - swimming in winter is kind of suicidal in my opinion."