Alpine Lake you don't need a wristband

The swamp, he recalled that from some venture that had made him steer clear. Nothing good came out of such places, far too cumbersome to navigate and often not worth the expense of energy... but it gave him the bearings he sought; this was the doorstep of the hinterlands and all their untamed glory. It was perhaps the place he best associated with his parting from Saor and from there the roads diverged into far too many options he had not yet explored. He may have been inclined to explore them, but ultimately he would not drag Nyx along that far unless she pressed for it.

Doing so would remove him from his opportunity to encounter Hydra and rather curiously he found he was not keen on slipping away yet. But that was a matter better left explored when the day had passed and night sequestered him to rest; for when silence settled and his mind would wander.

"Nowhere interesting as here to be honest," he said, almost evasive, "but somewhere similiar to this. Somewhere warmer, less damp, and very far away. But you must live in the valleys below," and briefly he wondered where it was he remembered a pack being. The autumn of the year prior seemed a world away, packed beneath a winter far more sordid for others than himself.