Only a few days ago, Ireth had ridden the caravan with the rest of the rather loud party, yet she felt like it had been ages since she left her home behind. It had all been messier than she expected, if she had to be honest, but she was handling it well enough anyways. The traveling party was larger than the young girl had thought, too, which made her a little uneasy during the slow journey. To her great fortune, she was barely noticed around, a special 'ability' of hers she was actually proud of; being short and stealthy enough to not catch everyone's attention. That's why she remained quiet the whole way, just sitting in a corner in one of the last wagons of the caravan, with the hood of her cloak over her head and her face low, eyes fixed on the pages of the book she was currently reading, which laid on her lap.

Ireth preferred to pay no attention to the bragging and laughing and shouting outside by a specific group of annoying men in the caravan, better to keep herself out of trouble as much as she could and stay unnoticed. That was the safest way to travel around when one wasn't very well armed. Even with some apparent fight going on out there that might have startled her a tad, the hazel-eyed girl tried her best to rather focus on her studies. It was in fact hard for her to read while in movement, and since she was barely learning some Sindarin, she couldn't understand some parts of the text in question.

Sighing heavily, she finally gave up and closed the book, cautiously putting it back into her purse to prevent losing it or having it stolen by any of the folks in the caravan. She had barely slept for the past few days, she was tired, her limbs ached for being sitting for a long while and she felt her guts grumbling in protest for not having gotten any food in more than half a day. But venturing out to get some more supplies wasn't a viable option just then, not until the caravan came into a proper stop and she could sneak out easily without risking to lose the trail of it. So, the girl merely rested her head against the wagon's wall, as she began to feel her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. A little nap wouldn't do any harm. She held her purse tightly against herself with both hands, and let herself slowly drift into sleep.

A violent scream torn her out of her sleep, startled and eyes wide-opened as she made out the words that draw said warning: orcs. Of course, she ought to have expected this sort of attack happening anytime along their journey, as the lands they passed by were known for that. She stood up and looked around, horrified and uncertain what to do. From where were the orcs coming? Should she try and hide away? Certainly, a simple elven dagger wouldn't do much to stop an orc. She had no greater way to defend herself should the orcs enter the wagon. Should she run away? But then again, surely the orcs would chase after her and kill her anyways. She had to think, and quick. Where to hide? There were some luggage and sacs and hay in there..., she could probably sneak into that pile and keep quiet and remain still so that they wouldn't see her? Odds were highly pointing she'd get caught either way, but it was worth a try and that seemed just fair enough to her. In times like this, she would pretty much rather being dealing with that jerk from earlier than finding herself in such an awful mess.