Jalna slept in fact, for many hours before stirring awake, shivering slightly and pulling her blanket tighter. By then Belaim packed up his traveling bag, and most of the camp was moved to the back of the cave, covered up carefully until his return. Apparently he visited this place for whatever ore he was looking for regularly to keep a hidden camp here and travel only with essentials on him. He seemed to tie some straps on a bag, looking over in Jalna's direction when he heard her move.<br/><br/>"We got lucky. Seems the storm hid yer passing well. No one got near the hills." He mumbled, not looking at her. "Took yer sweet time sleeping too. Imagine ye were quite tired. Now I ain't got no spare clothes here, but ye can make something out of that blanket unless ye prefer going all natural."<br/><br/>As he would explain, the journey to his home and workshop would take several days, with carefully hidden campsites serving as stops for resting. The distance meant a difficult march between camps, and due to the orc warband in the area at least for the first part of the road it was better to be more careful and cover their tracks. Belaim had a massive backpack and two sacks worth of ore that Jalna would have to carry. The dwarf had some iron rations, but with the two of them it would run out sooner and they'd eventually had to find food by hunting or gathering.