Cahara carefully peeks around the corner and looks around. His throat is dry, his stomach empty, and his head is aching dully.

He's exhausted and hungry, but he still pushes forward, knowing that the symptoms are just a temporary annoyance that will go away once he finds food or a safe shelter. So he hopes - If it's anything worse, he's totally screwed.

"Damn...How does he even walk around with that thing?" The mercenary comments to himself, grimacing in disgust at the sight of another one of those huge troll-like creatures and the stinger hanging between his legs. He can't fight the guard in this condition, that much is obvious.

So, Cahara opts to find another way around the threat. That's when he turns head and meets {{user}}'s eyes amidst the darkness.