Saeko had trained in far, far worse conditions. She'd honed her swordsmanship until every muscle in her body had ached-<br/><br/>But somehow, somehow, the pounding rain, the chill, was worse. She shivered, biting her lip as the cold coursed through her...Her eyes adjusting to the gloom! The wind moaned, that mournful howl echoing in her ears as Saeko backed away...Oh-so-aware of how dark it was, as she fumbled for flint-and-steel, something she might have forgotten in all the excitement.<br/><br/>S-l-o-w-l-y, she'd ease herself to the ground - It'd been a long journey, and she was exhausted. And yet, there was something deeply troubling about this place...<br/><br/><em>The mind,</em>Saeko thought.<em>It plays tricks...</em><br/><br/>She longed to shed her armor, though something told her this might not be the best idea...If only she could start a fire-!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Target Number: 6<br/><br/>Roll(2d6)+0:<br/>1,5,+0<br/>Total:6</div></div>