Ramon had the sight of the two staying far away from the muck, sending any undead coming for them far away. They were very strange for adventurers, but he didn't think much of it. He just appreciated that he didn't have to help them out, and turned back around, keeping the stakes he sharpened for [The Wanderer] to throw another time. His feet found themselves on the marshy waters and took a moment to get a feel for the new sense of standing before carrying on in the direction he was originally headed without saying a word.<br/><br/>He used his stand to climb up a particularly tall and mostly intact tree that didn't look like it had succumbed to rot, to get a bearing on where the group was. He gazed out over the tops of the swamplands and viewed the mountains that were getting closer. Figuring it would be another day before they got there, they would still have to spend the night in the swamp. Ramon climbed back down and greeted the two with his observation.<br/><br/>"I doubt sleeping anywhere on the swamp land would be ideal for you two, nor would it for me. I'd rather not deal with anything sneaking up on me. I think perching in trees would be best. What do you two think?"<br/><br/>Whatever they said wouldn't make a difference anyway, as he'd already made plans to sleep at the top of the tree he climbed. But knowing where they would sleep was important to him. And then there was the issue of food, he hadn't seen really much of any wildlife coming through since the thicket, so he might just eat some of his rations and go to sleep.