Not a chance!

Just as Becky was preparing to dash out of the cave, she could hear multiple footsteps from the outside. From the sounds of it, a hunting party of gnolls had appeared outside and the guard was greeting them. The two parties communicated in growls. Becky realized that her opportunity was evanescing fast. Any attempt at making a break for it at this point would be lunacy. Becky let out a silent sigh knowing that each of her options was equally undesirable at this time.

Despite her slim form, Becky wasn't much of an athlete, especially compared to the far more bestial Gnolls. If she panicked and tried to make a run for it, they would outpace her easily... and Becky knew far to well what would happen to her then.

Of course, if she just tried to stay here lurking in the shadows, Becky could easily be caught by the Gnolls as well. All it would take on her part was one small mistake or one Gnoll getting a lucky whiff of her scent, or even just a glint of light happening across her body at the wrong time.

If she couldn't go forward and she couldn't stay here, then retreating might be the only choice, though if Becky fled backward, she would only be putting herself in an even worse situation, surrounding herself with even more Gnolls. Her breathing picked up on its own and Becky had to squeeze her eyes shut to try and calm herself down. Her fingers twitched nervously, hands running over the hilt of her dagger and across her satchel.

The footsteps echoed closer... no matter what she was going to choose, Becky would have to act quickly or be done for.