Challengers? Oh there had been some here and there. That had been removed through means of various legality.
Something Anatole said made her laugh, "Ever heard the sayin' ya have two bags holding luck and skill?" the Fairest asks him, "It goes ya can fill the second but not the first. So make sure ya do before the first is emptied." The blue elf snorts in annoyance, "And I keep tryin' ta do that."
She stares at the river, rubbing her chin "Ya know ya would think we should. Especially with California beaches stereotype," blue fingers make air quotes before she raises her hands in a shrug, "Wonder if Seraphina counts towards the Golden Coast." She fakes being thoughtful before shaking her head, "Nah. I'd say we're too close ta the Rockies but I ain't seen any mountain men, wolves, moose, or raccoons either."
Circe did have a theory for Sacramento being a no 'lings land that none wanted to claim. "I recall a story of Sacramento's Lost. One of Them attacked EVERYTHING in the Hedge here. Big dragon. He killed Freeholders, hobs, privateers," she smiled evilly, "And then this Freehold killed it. Before my time. Now I've dealt with some small timers that popped up after. None as bad as the Bay," she scowls at the word but refrains from spitting in her own car, "Had. As a businesswoman I've a theory fer our luck." The Fairest leans back in her chair, lazily turning her head to stare at Anatole, "Risk outweighs profit. Dragon destroyed a lot of shit. What's left ain't worth fighting dragon slayers fer. Not yet."
As for the borders elsewhere? The Summer Queen hummed in thought, black and red eyes narrowed. "East? Uh I think it is like around Sierra Oaks. I'd probably consider Highway 50 a good metric fer the Southern border. It ain't like we can draw a map and leave it some place without questions bein' asked," she sighs, "Sorry ta break it ta ya Anatole but knowledge is Autumn's shtick. I'm a Summer."