An hour's walk later, while the Tangle continued to darken under the retreating sun, Ziah and her nude companion located a place of relative safety.<br/><br/>The road out of the grotto sloped down against the small mountainside, the path was littered here and there with rotting wood signs, with their letters long-since worn away from the elements and the march of time.  The girl had taken into snuggling into Ziah's arms as she was carried, half asleep, still muttering and mewling quietly as though the plant were still 'caressing' her ear.  Off of the beaten path, Ziah located what looked like an abandoned cabin that had been built near an aged well.  The cabin itself was crafted from the wood in the surrounding Tangle, judging by the visible stumps that lined the sides of the road.  The place wasn't exactly hidden, but it didn't look like anyone was home, either.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>