The lack of an attentive guard aside, she was on the road soon enough.  Plains to hills with trees it would be, an hour out it seems.  At the border she began to notice what she thought was smoke.  Indeed, when she got to the major fork it was clear that there was plenty of smoke in the area.  And from the lake no less, but that made sense; where there was water and fire, there was likely a camp, and where there was a camp, orcs were a likelihood in this instance.<br/><br/>So towards the lake she'd go, checking to ensure her gun was in good functional order as she went, not wanting to be caught off guard at all.  Shame they couldn't be more like swords, needing only minimal maintenance and never misfire.  Oh well, maybe when she'd perfected the technology there wouldn't be any problem... but for now, she had a job to finish...