Ocean's Breath Plateau and he burns through diversions like a meteor

Although Dutch did not know who Rolayne was, he dutifully committed this information to memory. The name of Raindrop was more familiar, as Valiant had mentioned her during their last conversation. Senmut was another unfamiliar name, however — and the information that followed was intriguing.

"I do not know what we have that they would need in the south," he admitted, a furrow in his brow. Moontide had fish that could be dried and traded. Dutch supposed he could do the same with caribou, and perhaps the hide of one would be worthwhile as well. He was open to other suggestions, but, "I will think of something," he promised with a wag of his tail. "In fact, I have been thinking recently," he went on, excitement shining in his eyes.

The hunt had given him the idea for it — though it was only one borrow from his time in the desert, to be fair.

"I was in the south for a time, a number of years ago, now," he said to Heph. "They held a festival to celebrate the return of the rains. Peoples from all throughout the desert would come together to share stories and songs. They brought food and other wares to trade on their market night. I saw many things I have not seen before or since."

He remembered it fondly — it was still one of the more exciting things he'd ever been part of.

"I think we should do the same here," he told her. "Near summer's end. I have been thinking that the lake at the end of Hoshor Plains would be a good place for so many to meet."