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As he approached the familiar old cabin, he realized that he was not alone. There was a scent lingering around the building, and it was still fresh. The Marino came to a sudden halt, amber eyes scanning the area for any signs of life but finding none. No, whoever was here was inside the cabin. The Marino remained where he stood for a few moments, trying to consider what he should do. Weeks of paranoia brought on by the war still lingered with him. Whoever was in that cabin might not have been friendly, and he certainly wasn’t in any shape for a confrontation. He needed to think this through. What was the likelihood of that happening? The war was over. Over. The remainder of the tyrant’s forces had either turned on him or scattered to the winds. There should be nothing for him to fear.
He needed to remind himself to stop being paranoid. At the very least he could scope out the situation. And he couldn’t just let this trip go to waste; if his tools were still in there, he was going to be going home with them. He didn’t know how long it would be until he could come back here again, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if he just turned tail and ran right now. The Marino shook his head, as if to shake off his worries, and continued to the old wooden building. His hand tightened on the wooden spear as he slipped through the doorway. “Hello?” he called, accented word echoing slightly in the space of the cabin. Amber eyes spotted a figure curled up on the other side of the room, appearing to be sleeping. The Dreamer grimaced slightly as he stepped into the run-down cabin. Way to go disturbing a sleeping stranger, Ehno.