Redhawk Caldera Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake.

That was a rhetorical question, she joshed as she began moving. If you couldn’t patrol, I’d lead the way to the borders and promptly yeet you across them.

She quickly broke into a trot, which was hopefully answer enough for Cinar. She didn’t even bother glancing backward as she hit the incline, climbing up the ridge to the caldera’s rim before descending the outer flank to patrol the foot of the extinct volcano. A total perimeter check felt unnecessary, though she—they—would perform a quick sweep before retiring.

I figured we could wrap here and have another soon? :)