When I made it to the other side, I stopped for a long few minutes just to listen to the rustling of the grasses and the flowing water of the river.
I didn't hear any signs of anyone else, including the Valgerthian warrior who was likely very displeased with my disappearance.
The depth of the cave should have been enough to dampen my scent, but I couldn't be sure.
The stars glimmered overhead, tiny beacons of light that lit up the sky just enough to outline the trees visible to the naked eye.
I dug back into my bag and found the knife I'd packed in case I ran into trouble. I pulled it out and kept it at the ready, hoping I wouldn't find a need to use it this day.
With a final sigh, I climbed out of the cave and moved hesitantly down the riverbank. My footsteps were silent in the sand.
Ever cautious, I kept to the dark shadows, thankful for the dark color of my cloak once again.
