"I have hidden shelters along all my paths," she smirked, "I use them when I need to, but mostly I sleep in the trees." Pointing a finger up to the tree they stood by, if Sarge looked he would spy the shadows of her belongings tied securely in the boughs,: bow and arrows, her armor, as well as a leather carry bag and other small survivalist things, leaving her with the only the essentials. Ysan took up her spear and water gourd then motioned for him to follow her.
They didn't walk far, after only a few minutes she stopped before a alcove of thickly overgrown trees standing amidst a pile of boulders slick with moss. These trees, like most within the jungle, were quite massive in girth. Their branches were thick and gnarled, baring rings of stunted growth from the suffocation of vines. Their roots, some as fat around as a rancor's forearm, wove across the terra, leaping in arches before plunging into the ground. They grappled with the boulders with fingers of roots curling down around them and into the ground, holding them in place as if expecting some destructive force that might attempt to tear them away. Ysan climbed atop an arched root near the base of one of the trees, grabbing for another braided vine. This time when she pulled there came a creaking sound. Nestled down between the curve of two large roots a portion of the ground heaved upward to reveal a trap door that covered a great gaping hole beneath the base of the tree and its web of tubers.
"All of these roots and stones were once buried by dirt. It washed away during a long season of rain many years ago," she explained as she stepped down and lowered herself through the opening.
She slid across the smooth surface of stone until her feet touched bottom. Inside was what could only be described as a small cavern of sorts. It was evident that the trees grew atop a layer of rock and boulders that had once been part of the mountain range. Eons of shifting lands and mudslides had formed this valley, leaving behind dozens of hidden places such as this. Ysan could just barely stand straight in there, meaning the taller Sarge would have to hunch. It wasn't terribly spacious, but it wasn't cramped either. Cozy, really. It was obvious by the small supply of comforts there that she had, indeed, used the place for quite some time. Ysan moved towards the back, feeling her way along the wall of stone in the darkness until her hands found another length of vine rope. Pulling it opened the woven grass and clay cover of the roots above, allowing in small, ghostly rays of moonlight. Enough to see, at least.
"My shelters are not hard to find if you know what to look for. You are welcome to use them in your travels," she said while pulling a rolled pelt from a nook within the root ceiling and setting it out for them.
