Derrix looked over the extremely convenient lush bedded cave and then back at Sana, “I advise we examine it closer. It looks comfortable to me, and in nature I can only assume I’m not the first to think so.”

	The man trotted Charroux slowly up to it before swinging off his tall horse and tying his long lance to the saddle, palming the pommel of his sword instead. The moist air started to dew his metal armor as he slowly approached the cave. A slow rasp sounded as he released his ashen colored blade from it's trapping scabbard.