Lost Creek Hollow why not? i'm a republican.

The other trades that Liffey mentioned didn't sound all that appealing to Breccan; although he did enjoy playing with and babysitting his little siblings, he couldn't see himself as a full-time caretaker, and he wasn't interested enough in history to be a chronicler. It was his own opinion and her hidden agenda, expressed in not so many words, that made him shrug those jobs off and rethink the mercenary position. It could be dangerous, but maybe it would be the best fit for him.

"Cool," he replied when she explained that both of his grandparents held the title. Like most children, he thought highly of his grandmother and grandfather, so this was a bonus. "Well, maybe I'll give it a try being a mercenary," he replied with the flippancy of a teenager. He realized then that they had been walking and talking without really paying attention to where they were going -- or, at least, he hadn't -- and he blinked and glanced around.

"How's this spot for the kids?" he asked, gesturing around them. There were trees -- of course, there were trees just about everywhere -- but he could hear the trickle of water nearby, indicating that there was a stream flowing here.