Sythe: Hey, speaking of my kin, our new mutual friend has barely spoken a word since we put the shackle on him. What happened to that charming rogue act?
Red: I dunno. I don’t trust it.
Karen: Woah! Hey guys, check it out!
Karen: This lake looks cool! There’s floating rocks! And the water’s steaming! Ooo…
Sythe: Don’t touch it, you idiot!
Karen: Huh?
Sythe: Barrow Rock might be inactive, but there’s sure to be springs around here that could still melt your skin off!
Karen: Oh… Well, your little friend doesn’t seem to mind.
Sythe: My wha–
Sythe: Mrs. Nibbly! You could have been boiled alive!
Maren: As much as I hate to agree with a rodent, I’m setting my tent right here. If I’m to die, at least I’ll be warm.
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