Since there were Hobgoblin scouting parties active in the area, the group decided to continue resting in the rock crevice, holding to the idea that "the most dangerous place is the safest place."
After relighting the oil lamp, the cave was once again filled with a warm glow.
The entrance was narrow and blocked by shrubs, so they didn't have to worry about the light leaking out.
With nothing better to do, Colin decided to gather the scattered notes and the notebook from outside, intending to see what they were all about.
As he was looking them over, Orelia sat down beside him.
The young girl peeked cautiously with one eye, looking as if she wanted to see but felt she shouldn't.
"What are you doing? Just look if you want to," Colin said.
"Well, it's not right to pry into someone's privacy... But this belongs to villains, so peeking a little might help us stop their evil schemes..." Orelia said earnestly. "So this should be fine. It shouldn't count as *completely* prying."
