Snowfire gave Barlo an inquiring look.
Barlo flushed. “I’m not going to let anyone massage my hammer and tongs!”
Iarion sighed. “I meant the hot springs.” He turned toward their host. “Barlo pulled his groin during an interaction with some trolls.”
“Don’t say it like that!” Barlo spluttered. “You make it sound as if I was having my way with them.”
Iarion gave an innocent shrug. “I don’t know what was going on while that troll was on top of you...”
“Ah, I believe a poultice might be useful,” Snowfire said, his seemingly ageless features flushing as the words tumbled from his mouth. “Or perhaps a snow pack.” His discomfort made Barlo feel somewhat more kindly toward him.
“How many other people live here?” he asked.
“There are close to thirty of us.”
Barlo’s eyes widened. “Do you real
