A more thorough search of the ledges, nooks, crannies and cracks in the wooden building revealed no helpful glint of carved metal for Ziah.  The glass looked thin enough to be forcibly opened with enough of a crash, but the door itself on the other hand was a sturdy oaken construction.<br/><br/>The night was rapidly closing in, casting a heavy chill around the area from the lack of fading sunlight.  The sounds of crickets, insects and even a distant howl of a wolf pack could be heard by both of the girls; the younger one whose name Ziah did not yet know was still shivering, though she had come back to her senses for the most part.  She kept glancing over to Ziah, watching her movements, and finally summoning up the courage to utter a few weak words.<br/><br/>"...who are you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>