They peddle their yarn of words around any kennel of bandits willing to listen and offer some spare chunks of salt meat.
They avoid the worst that mostly male-dominated groups have to offer by purposefully making themselves undesirable, crinkled crazies so their value falls only to their words. It is with this ability to dazzle with story that they make their way to continue living.
It is known they only pretend to be a secretive bunch, though their actions would indeed be confusing to see, if you didn't know that two old hags of fire were making up their 'secret handshake' on the spot. Their order is loosely linked by wearing red and keeping an appearance ranging between batty and insane. These eccentricities are looked upon favorably enough so that their bizarre ways have earned them a place in the waste.