The last stretch of their trek seemed longest for Jalna and it showed that they were in territories totally unknown to her, with fauna and flora totally alien to her knowledge. Her greatest apprehension was when they spotted the tentacled cat-beast by the shore of the river they were traversing via a boat.  While they were virtually safe from it, Jalna shuddered at the thought if they actually tackled with it face to face.  She however also imagined something else - those tentacles, with their barbed pad-like ends shredding away her scant clothing, wrapping around her nubile body and having their way with her in ways she could not imagine.  A hot puff of breath escaped through her parted lips as she felt strangely warm and giddy from the thought.  She firmly held on the sides of the boat to keep herself steady.  What was happening to her, she thought, thinking of something so debasing and wishing for it.  She doesn't how much of this feeling she could take without any resolution.<br/><br/>"What's with those runes?" Jalna would ask eventually, referring to the carvings on the trees.  Somehow, the barbarian girl was uneasy about them, wondering of their presence and significance. Other than that, she would be glad upon their arrival to Belaim's home, which to her seem very promising. She couldn't wait to set foot into it and rest her worries and find genuine rest after having travelled for so long in the wilderness.