Alpine Lake you don't need a wristband

Another scout, only this time with more enthusiasm than his predecessors. It did not belie his youth by any means but rather emboldened it, much to the chagrin of Dirge. With ears to splay back briefly at the boasted claims—which were cast out just as swift as they came—his expression could have been summed up in a flicker of not impressed. Right. Best scout ever.

"Beats me," he said, his gaze shifting to the breadth of the lake and its raised location. "It's just a lake with a good vantage point." Not that the best scout ever needed to be told that of course, but he managed to hold his tongue on that comment. Though tempted sorely, his interests fanned out to what else the boy may have been inclined to spill, and his gaze rounded back to him inquisitively.

"How's the path ahead? You came from that way I presume."