Broken Antler Fen It's all there in the gospels

"It's never too late to save one's soul from the eternal damnation in the infernal flames of hell," Wraen replied with a straight face, l regarding the young man quizzically, waiting for his reaction to her nonsensical banter. It had been a long time since she had tested people of, whether they had a sense of humour or not. In adition to that the guy had been caught snooping around her claim and she did not mind, if he concluded that she was not right in the head. Crazy people have the advantage of being treated nicely, because you never know, what would happen, if you did otherwise. 

"Now you know. Be careful, last I heard there was a nasty hag wandering around too," she remarked and did not give away any other information about her pack, unless he asked direct questions. "You, however, smell somewhat familiar," she told him, trying to remember, who was this particular scent associated with. Definitely not one she had met recently. Then it hit her: "Are you one of Mal's kids?"