Dragoncrest Cliffs ten thousand miles or more

 Redhawk Caldera. Of all the places. Étoille pauses, blinks, and then continues moving again. "I have been by the Caldera," he says, voice rumbling slightly more than usual - his odd way of being excited. "When I first arrived, I met a girl near-by. Towhee." It has been a couple months since that encounter by the lake, and he does not know the exact location of the borders, but he knows enough, knows the direction back from Drageda. Still - he does not want to give the wrong impression, so he clarifies: "Mais, I have not been exactly to the borders. There is a lake nearby, where I met this girl, and a forest. I came from there to get here." This is, perhaps, the most Étoille has ever spoken in one sitting but he is eager to share his knowledge. It is - serendipitous, even. He hopes the Heda thinks so as well.