Skipping the last few rungs with a leap to the ground, Masina climbs down and heads into the outpost itself.<br/><br/>She is beginning to relax a bit as she approaches the building and doesn't reload her bow in favor of keeping her hands free.<br/><br/>Pushing a large door open, Masina finds a sizable and grimy room. It feels of settled dust. She doesn't expect to find as much a rodent within. The only remarkable feature are partially obscured and eroded provocative paintings. She wondered if the building had been used for a purpose similar to their own in the past, and if so what had happened to those who ran it? Maybe they had gone with the bugs.<br/><br/>She was frowning when she pushed the door to the bunk room. Her frown deepened when her vision adjusted to the dim light. Something unpleasant had happened here, and someone was looking for something, something that wasn't coin. She guessed that they hadn't found it. Odds were, if they had, some of the mattresses would be intact. She also guessed that they were looking for something small enough to fit in a bottle.<br/><br/>Masina opens the barred door into the slave quarters and all her conclusions are brought into question. This room had not been searched, nor had the front room, it occurred. Unless whatever was sought happened to be found in the very last bottle smashed, or mattress slashed, it made no sense that someone had gone to such trouble and didn't bother to as much as turn over a cushion in one of the other rooms.<br/><br/>It didn't make sense and Masina didn't like things that didn't make sense. She stomped all the way back to the Bachoi mulling over possible reasons for the mystery and came up with nothing.<br/><br/>Arriving back on the dock, her mood was etched on her features.<br/><strong><br/>"Nobody is here now, but there is something here that ain't right."</strong>She announces.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>