As Jalna approached the inhabited cave entrance she had no trouble noticing the sharpened sticks pointing up from the ground, still concealed by the underbrush partially, forming a perimeter just outside the opening in the rocky hillside. Once at the corner, she peeked inside, and saw the flickering light of a campfire from behind a makeshift curtain, a thick and dirty traveling blanket suspended on a rope tied between two tall spears. The cloth caught the escaping light and warmth, keeping it inside the cave, only letting a small of it escape at the edges. When the curtain would be disturbed, for example moved to a side or lifted up, the light of the fire would become visible from the outside, meaning she caught that moment when she was scouting the hills outside. From the sounds of movement, and actually humming coming from the cave, inaudible at any distance outside thanks to the heavy rain, the creature, or rather the person who made camp here was present as well. The almost irresistible odors of roasting rabbit meat and spices dazed the fatigued barbarian for a minute.<br/><br/>Jalna couldn't help it, drenched and soaked to the bone, cold and tired as she was, she fought the sudden urge to sneeze, and as another wave of chills ran through her shivering body, her slight shaking disturbed one of the strings running along the inner walls next to the curtain, the much thinner rope she failed to notice, the same line that ran through several bone pieces and metal shards that looked like they were once armor pieces.<br/>The noise that followed was instantaneous, and the barbarian girl knew she failed at the silent approach before she suppressed the shiver.<br/>A worried, hoarse male voice followed from the inside, thick and heavy with accent, taking a moment for Jalna to realize that it was actually forming words in the common tongue.<br/>"By the templar's smelly buttocks!" there was the unmistakable noise of hustle from the inside "Come on ye dung-gorging beasts, I'll boil ye alive and chop ye to pieces!"<br/><br/>No attack followed, the delver has likely entrenched himself in the hole. With her position revealed and already testing the limits of her endurance, Jalna couldn't afford to wait out what would happen in the harsh wilderness.<br/>Just slightly pulling the curtain to the side with her shaking sword, she caught a glimpse of a dirty old dwarf grasping a battleaxe in one hand, and a pot of boiling water in the other, ready to attack at the sign of any aggressive approach let it be beast or humanoid. Sure enough, a hare was roasting over a campfire in front of him, and there was a good bunch of equipment lying about.<br/>The dwarf for a moment was puzzled, expecting an immediate attack, but instead spotting a naked, soaked girl in nothing but a worn shirt and clutching a broadsword.<br/>"Who in the blazes..."