Redtail Rise mountains don't exist

So sorry for the wait!

Duskhall was partly impressed that the girl did not run, as her rigid posture implied she so wanted, but he was plain surprised by the way she verbally responded -- just as tart and impolite as he. He advanced only a few more steps before falling still once more, hoping now that they didn't have to raise their voices while still keeping their sizeable partition. "Just wanting to know what this place is and what's on the other sides of it... if that'd be something you know," he answered with great leisure; without preamble or introduction.

He might've not needed any of that, had it not been for the sudden appearance of a slim-waisted spitfire that wound its way about the tall girl like a familiar boa. This one -- with the harping sort of eyes and unshy smile -- wanted to know who he was immediately. "Duskhall," he announced readily, his withering expression turning away from them both as he realized that he might have to repeat his question to the new arrival of this budding conversation.