Ick. All right, so the Caveman wasn't...*carrying* much, not like he could with no<em>pockets</em>...Though there *was* an interesting piece of jewellery he was carrying. For a long, considering moment, Shaylia held it up to critical eyes, turning it this way and that- Then, with a shrug and an 'eh', tossing it over her shoulder. She didn't really like tribal junk...*And* besides, skulls were<em>always</em>bad. It certainly hadn't helped *him* against her, after all...<br/><br/>With a cursory glance around the chamber, the witch set off once more...