"He said his band had left and gone to their usual post-raid leisure time of spending everything they got on drinks and slaves," Bella says, "So I wouldn't expect to find any of them still here. Or really much of anyone." Brushing off the unpleasantness, Bella laughs suddenly and pats Lamya on her shoulder, nonplussed by the mouth opening. "I may not eat anyone, but there's nothing wrong with tight, moist, dark places... especially if they're mine," she says, passing a glance over to Vormitraax before deciding the only male along probably wouldn't get the innuendo. "C'mon, plenty of time for exploring those after we get out of the cave," she decides to just start heading for the creek, soon splashing towards the dark cave mouth. "I brought an oil lantern for myself..."