<div class="floatright">(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e220/besrikarie/dnd/demonworldmap03.jpg)</div><br/>After a while Cash sighs,  he points at the sun in the sky.  "It's going to get to be dark before we get to my camp if we don't hurry.  I can always quick walk there, but then you won't know where it is and won't be able to get there."<br/><br/>He sighed standing up, "How long was I fucking you for?"  He pondered quietly as he tied his loin cloth about his waist and gathered his belongings and then extended a hand down to you offering to help you up.<br/><br/><br/>If Wahida did get up and follow him, it took most of the rest of the day for them to get to Cash's camp.   A small wooden shack nestled between two hills.  Outside the shack, a fire pit and a few stacks of logs of wood.  The inside of the hut was small, but clean.  A packed dirt floor and solid walls with a sturdy ceiling made up the inside.  The majority of the shack was taken up by a bed, big enough for one person, but two people might be a bit of a squeeze.  But there was also several bundles of herbs hanging from the rafters, and along one wall a large map, with notes made in Cash's handwriting.<em> ((11. Mysterious shack is Cash's camp))</em><br/><br/>"Welcome to my camp Princess," he says, "It's getting pretty late, shall we get some sleep?"