Anklegators used to roam the Wilds, and they nested at Roathus Lagoon. Many a tale folks used to scare their children straight originated here. All kinds of beasts what don't know up from down still lurking about. Only the City's Brushers knew their way around the Lagoon. These beasts, they don't like company.
Even the Brushers learned to fear this place. They used to think that Anklegators were extinct. Well, they ain't. One of them has been living in the tall grass. The called her Queen Anne. That's Anklegator country for you. The Lagoon's got plenty of other dangers, of course.
Turns out Queen Anne got a hold of a Shard. Anklegators love shiny things. Know what smells worse than an Anklegator's breath? A Stinkweed.
Can't fight Queen Anne without the proper tools. The Brushers used their pikes to keep their distance around here. Now the Kid can do the same. They say you can't hurt an Anklegator unless it's raining. And it ain't raining. Sharp sticks make Queen Anne nervous so she backs off a bit.
Those Pincushions been living off the Anklegator's scraps.
Queen Anne can't fit down some of these narrow paths. Kid's got a mean throwing arm.
Queenie leads the Kid into some kind of twisted trap. One bad step in that tall grass, and he's Queen Anne's lunch.