Beldin awoke with a start as he experienced yet another interruption
of his rest.

"Why must I keep getting disturbed by these treasure seekers? Being
a great wizard is difficult enough as it is This place is too far
South and too close to major populations! I need to fly and fly
North!"

So fly he did, in the form of the blue banded hawk. North he flew,
past the town where folks sing "867-5309" and other silly songs in
search of treasure He flew to a place that could be considered
semi-eponymous by some. When he arrived he found that he could only
read part of a sign

C-RI-T--N
T-AIL

But he felt that this would lead to the best place to hide.

As before, he followed swirling yellow at his periphery and then
when forced to make a decision felt that green would be better to
follow. Down he went to a place where there was the remnant of a
less efficient mode of transport. Further he flew until he spotted
an unusual tree across a small waterway

"That tree would be perfect for a hanging, perhaps that scare away
these persistent treasure seekers!"