Redhawk Caldera baby camp

Uncle pointed out a flaw she'd not yet seen in her game, and she looked down at her sticks in muted horror. Where was her king? Could a stick be a king? But before she could think very hard on it, a buzzing in her ears brought her attention to something that was, seemingly, more important.

"... Caro," she corrected. Annoyed? Annoyed. Uncle should know her name. Everyone else did. "Who is Yavoo?"

Perhaps it was her king. She blinked owlishly up at Uncle, waiting for him to dispense said king.