Cricket Creek Bog where the river leads me

Alright, he agreed, glad to see his nephew's stage fright seemed to have fled with his decision.  Maybe he had some hope of toughening the kid up after all, or at least helping him deal with whatever that had been.

No better way to explore than from the founder herself, so he would follow as well, helping as he went and keeping mark on where the borders were.  He imagined they'd take up some of his time, like the Redhawk ones had.  He'd enjoyed strolling them frequently for business as well as pleasure.