It seems, in spite of everything that has happened, things were turning favorably for the silver-haired barbarian girl.  Her more or less adequate wilderness training has paid off as she now has the option of finding shelter, and perhaps refuge from her pursuers, among the wildlife of these hills.  It was easy to find which ones were occupied thanks to the rain providing clues on the highly drenched ground, however a set of prints caught Jalna extreme interest and concern.  Humanoid tracks.  But these seem smaller than that of orcs or humans.  A child's perhaps, or one of the smaller folks?  The trail lead to one of the caves which gave out for a second a noticeable faint orange glow, a fire.  While she would rather not face anyone or anything at this point, Jalna couldn't shake the nagging feeling of curiosity of who or what it maybe within there.  She inwardly groans, saying to herself she might regret her decision of checking it out.  Tired, cold and sore, Jalna tightened her grip on her sword and took on a crouching stance, her breasts swaying from their weight, and stealthy headed for the cave where its suspected sentient occupant resides.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth 4 </div></div>