Arcaeus pondered her question. "Well it's the same mountain range. But a different area of them. We will be much further east than where this story occurred. We are going pretty much straight north from here, along the river." he answered. He buried the offal, then gestured for Janelle to lift one end of the stag, while he lifted the other. They carried it back to his cabin, and started cooking it on a spit over the fire. As they set it up, Arcaeus continued, " Actually the desert would be a good place for the Portal. If it is buried under sand, it would be hard to find. And it's supposed to be hard to find." The sun was now fully up, as the skinning and prepping, not to mention Janelle's hunt, had taken a few hours. The fire was going strong and the meat was starting to cook. Arcaeus turned to face Janelle, who was standing beside him. "If you'd like to take a nap, you can. I can handle the rest of this myself." he said, looking questioningly at her.