Lies stood by a river. His father took him here once as a child. He sighed at that memory, before sitting under an apple tree. As far as he knew, nobody else had come. It was at the foot of Mt. Ebott, which was enough to keep most away. He'd also made it a bit hidden, digging up a bush and making a makeshift wall from them. He sighed, and sipped from a cup of black coffee. He could spend all day here.