She was breathing very quietly, her body rigid with fear-induced adrenaline. She pushed the dry branches out of her way as she kept walking, always looking around to make sure nothing was lying in ambush for her.
She dry branches crackled and broke at her hand, and the near-constant noise served to calm her nerves somewhat. Her breathing steadied a bit from the slightly strained pace it had picked up after her first hour spent walking in the woods. She turned her head around to look back over her-
"HOLD YOUR GROUND, OR I'LL NAIL YOUR FEET TO IT!"
She took a sharp intake of breath and spun around to face the direction the sound had come from. Before her she saw the shadowed figure of a dwarf in a fighting position, feet steadied and shield at the ready.
"I'm not one of them!" she cried back, hoping whoever it was would understand.
The figure simply stood there for a moment, and in her frightened state she considered running away from this unknown dwarf. Moments passed, and she felt her tension only growing stronger as the dwarf stood silent.
Then it grunted.
"Hrrm. No, I can see that you're not."
The figure relaxed, propping the hammer it was carrying -she hadn't seen it before now- on its shoulder.
"Come on now, get inside before more of 'them' comes along and interrupts our little chat."
Obediantly, she followed. Anything would be better than spending another night out alone in the woods.
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Log entry, 4th Felsite 1052.
We have recieved a dwarf sent from one of the nearby villages, by the name of Imushmamot. She states that she was part of a larger group that set out several months ago, but were attacked by creatures similar to the ones we have encountered. She states that she evaded the creatures but lost her bearings. She appears fit and has no major injuries. She has little working experience.
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