King walked onward, folding his map and returning it to his pocket. He wouldn't need it again unless something unexpected happened, like a closed path or one of them needed to use the bathroom or buy something. Either he would remember the path, or he'd remember the major places they needed to pass and would follow the signage from landmark to landmark. He had lived in too many places to afford the luxury of ever being lost. Maps were beautiful, signs were worthy of reverence.
"Is that near the borders?" he asked, looking back through his memory to try and see if he knew it. He had been to a lot of places, seen a lot of maps, and knew a lot of cities a whole lot of languages, it could be hard to remember what he did know and what he didn't. "I assume it is 'south' somewhere. Then again South Dakota is rather north and North Carolina is rather south so I guess that doesn't always mean much. Canada isn't big on 'north' or 'south,' everything it pretty north. We'd much rather give it a hard to pronounce Native name or call it something like 'Buffalo Narrows.'"
King paused, thinking back on his years of Canadian geography in school. "Or French. Canada est très français."