Deillia nodded and followed you. You noticed by the reactions most of the surface environment was new to her. The way she stayed close to you and avoided the water and even the sand that caused her to get a leg stuck. The was she reacted in aw to the sun setting and the sky changing slowly it was so vast to change so munch in just a few hours was incomprehensible. The one time it had rained she made a large web tent to keep you both dry. 

The lone ogre that had tried to ambush you. she had sprayed with web and in moments the brute was cocooned she ate his fluids. The sound was sickening. The mandibles that emerged from her over extended mouth were two long tubes that she jabbed into the lone bandit. "Delicious. That one will keep me fed for a month." Deillia looked away after retracting her mandibles as if your look made the situation awkward. She bit her lower lip and covered her head back under the hood.

Only a few days remained as you passed the last of the base of the mountain. Soon you would turn south, inward to land and to the tribe then by the end of the night you would find yourself at the edge of tribal land. She began making conversation. "Why do you follow others? What is this tribe? Could you teach me to be a more effective combatant? What type of weapons are there to learn?"