Redhawk Caldera Blue Hours

Unaware of his internal struggle, Bridget nodded in agreement. Mountains were an accident waiting to happen - she'd fucking know. She couldn't imagine trying to wrangle all of the kids they had in a place like that. She'd be on call every other week.

I never really minded a good fight growing up, but I think I have to agree. Maybe when you grow up you realize that there's a lot more to lose with it. She still had zero reservations defending this place if it came down to it, but looking for a fight wasn't something she'd done in a long time.

Something tells me we are pretty safe, though. I don't see Maia ordering any war parties anytime soon. They didn't have many neighbors either. It's lucky I get the occasional injured stranger, otherwise I'd have completely forgotten the trade by now.