Brushing her hand on some nearby moss after having thoroughly inspected the grime which soiled her skin and clothes, she rose. With eyes closed she allowed her sleepy yet awake senses to take note of her surroundings on a different level. The piercing scream of a falconer hawk arrested her attention immediately, memories flooding back of a woman that reeked putridly of life, power and above all, awareness.

Turning in the direction she had heard the birds cry come from she followed the path trampled by the forest beasts earlier... regardless of where they eventually led, there had to be water somewhere along the way and where there was water, she could bathe herself free of the grit and settled grime from the crypt.