Maya wove her way through the thick folliage climbing up the banks of the small brook just down from where the waterfall fell in a deafening roar, her eyes locked on the small cabbin in the distance. She made her way foward, her gaze never wavering as the gossimar webs that formed her garments left the thinest of trails in the mud behind her.
Maya was growing impatient, had she been able to just carry through on what had been decided this would have all ended by now, instead the pompus arrogant bastard had delivered her with a letter, telling her not to act?! She doubted it.
Maya was a patient woman, but her patience was running out. She would find out why she was still in this skin, she would find out why the whore was still in the cabbin, then she would deal with it herself. As maya was about to grab another small sapling and pull herself up to finally crest the bank she stopped, her nostrils flaring slightly as the faint odour of tobacco began to fill her nose. Her eyes narrowing, Maya scanned the area about her a smirk forming on her lips, "He is here then, now to find somewhere to sit, while I see what he is up to"
