Firestone Hot Springs go down to the gallows at midnight

Well, at least she had pride for her home. He briefly entertained the thought of whether or not it was really all that well adjusted, and if it truly were, how nice it must have been. It was the sort of thing that Dirge did not see entirely plausible, if only for the history of how unpleasant it was to have family around. The scornful sort, where malevolence was laid openly, though he knew such opposites existed in the world. It was one of the more unattainable feelings he thought to exist.

It was on that note he had opened his mouth to comment on the pleasantries of her luck when his ears fanned forward at the faintest sound of water. The river was still a ways off, yet a narrow stream headed to disembogue surprised him. The time he had ever spent in the flatlands was minute and it settled in immediately, half as much as his surprise spirited itself away.

"Seems you're in luck in more ways than one," he said finally, picking his pace up towards the water. It cut deeply into the earth, but nothing neither of them could handle slipping in and out of. It would beat the alternative of making the trek to the river in full while trying to nurse a good scalding.