She had to be following him now, as the scenery became a bit of a blur around him the man veered off the main road and up into the scraggly wilderness that would soon turn into the dry rocky mesas leading up to Rush Valley. He knew the area all too well and had a certain fondness for it. Just a little ways up there was an outlet from a larger water source, and beyond that a glorified shed that he laughingly referred to as his 'cabin'. That was as good a place as any to end the game and there were a few trees around that almost made it seem 'foresty'.

The stream was easy enough to ford. Even when the thing flooded the depth had never reached more than 4 feet. And while logically he knew that he couldn't wash away his Ki the way he could with his scent Greed couldn't help going through the water anyway.