Jok looked around for a moment more and then moved swiftly away from the relative safety of the cave mouth, his steps carefully placed to avoid snapping twigs and making noise disturbing other detritus. He moved by his reckoning south east in relation to the cave entrance, his carefully quiet but also impressively fast pace driving him to the very edge of the terrain in but a few moments. He stopped then, looking both directions, before preparing to circle the island from the outside of the island, moving steadily clockwise. It made sense to secure the perimeter with his back to impassable terrain, though he kept a safe distance of about ten feet from the cliffside. This place was like nothing he had seen before, he wasn’t taking anything for granted.

Checking behind himself often he began his quick and careful scouting operation around the outside of the island, moving carefully across an open section of terrain and passing a stone pillar. He didn’t like moving out in the open like that, but there was little other choice that the environment permitted him.

He slowed his pace as he reached another section of forest and he slowly merged into the foliage, watching the space he had traversed carefully to scout for anyone pursuing him. If he had made it this far unscathed he had a significant advantage if his opponent had the drop on him, though he had no way of knowing.