It's times like this that she wished she had some sort of mapmaking tools, or any way to leave a reliable trail. But she wasn't left with any gear besides her clothing, and even those are rather worse for wear by now. Still, she treks on, hoping to find something that isn't more drow....or worse.<br/><br/>Making it to the staircase, she pauses, unsure about what to do next. She'd rather not retrace her steps unless she had to...the size of the steps seem to indicate someone other then drow might have made them...not all underground dwellers were evil, so perhaps she might have better luck with whomever lives down this way? Deciding to risk it she descends the stairwell carefully.