Oh, everyone knows the old harpy-women that hang around the hearth on a regular basis. The old aunties have been there so long, they might as well be nameless — they're all just 'auntie' or 'old auntie' or even the revered 'senile old auntie', who always seems to have the absolute best gossip. Crazy hair, a lack of fashion-sense, and a general air of conspiracy fills their little corner of the caverns. The area smells like tea, foul-smelling ointments, and bad breath … but if you want news, these are the women to talk to.

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