Detta tried her best to make conversation on the road. Given her attire, talking wasn't going to make them much louder even if they wanted to slink by quietly.

[colour=yellow]"My pa says a castle traded over and again never gets fixed. This rushed human work made for quick wars's not likely different."[/colour] She raised a ambivalent palm. [colour=Yellow]"If one company took it without help getting there first, could be full o' holes still? The tricky part's holdin' the bastard."[/colour]

The cave they found was impossible to miss. Detta turned her head, raised an eyebrow, and stopped. After a quiet look, she lowered the visor of her helmet and strode carefully towards the cave mouth, leaning to get a better look around the scenery. Squinting into the dark didn't yield much that she could make out, even with her dwarven eyes. The pounded path didn't have footprints big enough to be from that troll with the bounty, either.

>Survival 9: Ain't no trolls around here, boss!

Detta put a fist on her hip with a metallic click and half-turned her head back. [colour=yellow]"What you make o' this?"[/colour] She asked her friends.