"Oh, the Storm Coast is much more reasonable. The name is apt, so expect to be rained on, but there's no marsh to be had at all. It's more mountainous than anything else. The most you have to worry about are random bandits...and bears, of fucking course. At least that's the way it was when I passed through it on my way south."

Which wasn't too long ago, relatively, but definitely before the Breach. Her eyebrows raise at the thought of commandeering cooking duties, and she gestures to Araceli. "I'm not much of a cook, I know one filling recipe and stick to it, but for a capable volunteer? I'd do my best to clear a path for you. Those of us with tastebuds and appetites left would thank you, no doubt."