It is impossible to climb a ladder while holding a loaded bow, Masina discovers. Sliding the arrow back into its quiver and slinging the bow over a shoulder, Masina climbs up to the top of the watch tower and looks down to the Bachoi. Naturally pouty lips tighten into a slight smirk seeing the men shuffling the crates and barrels.<br/><br/>Scanning the horizon from the Bachoi, over the orchard, up the hill and to the outpost she is alert for any movement be it human or otherwise.<br/><br/>