The woman had settled back on her rock, unwilling to approach the cave entrance that the Monster was blocking or take her eyes off of It incase it tried to eat her when she wasn’t looking. The only good news was that the gash on her arm had disappeared entirely but she didn’t know how. She clearly remembered the dagger shattering on the shimmering scales of the Monster and one of the shards coming back and cutting her arm. With nothing else to do and with the Monster seemingly being content to sleep, probably saving her for when it gets hungry, she looked around the cave she found herself stuck in. The cave was dim, damp and cold but there seemed to be etchings of something on the walls that she could just barely make out with the shimmering greenish gold light that was reflected off the Monsters scales.

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The runich etchings on the walls were strange, she could tell that they were magical in nature but seemed inert lacking in some way. She traced them with her fingers and her eyes, following them to a doorway that had most certainly not been there when she woke up. She almost screamed when the light suddenly shifted and dashed for the doorway hoping that this time the Monster would miss what was left of her hair in its attempt to catch her.