Nydilind watches the others divide up the loot. She hadn't seen anything that would help her that she knows of, and she didn't much care for much of the blood-stained gear.

Nydilind sat and gazed out of the cave entrance at the trees and setting sun. Will I ever see the forest again? Or will we remain in this cave for the rest of our days? She glances back at the force wall behind her and thinks, And what if we never get past this darn fool wall? She looks around at the others preparing to bed down for the night. I don't know how long this group will be able to keep from killing each other in this small, confined space...