"Bats and rats," Joli whispered to herself, "Bound to happen in caves like this... bats and rats."  Still she gripped the torch in her hand a little tighter as she explored the area she found herself in.  She wasn't ready to risk her life on a ladder in this area.  Too much damp.  The goblin had said that his kind often used these ladders, but they probably weighed less then half what she did.... a quarter if you counted her gear.  With all the damp and mold she would be wary to trust an iron ladder, let alone a wooden one.<br/><br/>Still it didn't stop her from examining it before moving to the rotting door to check it over.  This area may be too neglected, too rotten, too dangerous for her.  If need be, she'd backtrack and take the tunnell to the orc area, but she wanted that to be a backup plan.  She'd get no where turning and running back every few hours.  So after looking at the ladder she'd move to the rotten door and carefully examine it, checking to see if the sounds of squeaking came from beyond it more than other spots.