There didn't seem to be much in the way of alternate doors; not even a cellar door that might have lead down into some hidden basement.  Of the two windows that adorned the humble cabin, there was no sign of a latch that could have been coaxed open, though the glass itself might be breakable with enough persuasion with a stone.  A closer examination of the surroundings revealed a smaller outbuilding towards the rear of this hunter's property. It was little more than a series of eight thick poles that held up a slightly buckling roof; maybe from a few too many winter snows.  The faint smell of hay wafted from the ground in this area, so it was probably some makeshift stable when the cabin was occupied.  From what Ziah could see and hear, however, there was nobody around - even this late in the evening.<br/><br/>The young girl was huddling against the main door, her head resting upon her chin.  It looked as though she was finally snapping out of the spell, judging by the return of the sharpness in her blue eyes.  She kept rocking back and forth, as though her memories were slowly coming back to her, but she refused to make eye contact with Ziah...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>