Dorimsa growled, "Stupid peasant girl." before resuming their trek. She scanned the area as they traveled with her torch seeking for some sort of tracks or clues as to the source of death. The girl's tunes were mildly irritating but suspecting she would only gain pleasure, or worse increase in volume if she learned it was a source of annoyance Dorisma wisely held her tongue. Somewhere in the back of her head Dorisma wondered that if the girl was as invincible as she believed why she didn't make her own way back. There were really only two explanations, either the dress had some sort of weakness, or the girl didn't know the way back. Two interesting theories, at least one of which she would have to thoroughly test...