Redhawk Caldera Paul is dead.

His first couple of words earned a muted snerk from her. But the rest made sense. So when he suddenly cottoned onto her, she shook her head and replied, -"Nah. We're almost there."- Indeed, they were coming up on the edge of the caldera where the beavers' small, mud-packed lodge stood.

Rather than approach it directly, the Sovereign slowed and lowered her voice (although not quite well enough to be truly considered a whisper) to ask, -"I defer to you on this. What's the best approach to beaver-slaying?"-