Ramon shook his head no in reply to the sorcerer asking him about storing his ranged weaponry, as he would need them should another encounter come about where he'd to be less confrontational.<br/><br/>"Nah nah, I think I'll hold them. But thanks though. And yeah, I kinda don't sleep much so usually I'm only out a couple hours..."<br/><br/>He took note of the bird in all of its beauty, it was almost regal in a way with the way its feathers looked. They were such an intense shade of purple after all, couldn't help but think the owl to be noble. Lastly, he took note of the two being awake and ready to go, something he was hoping would be quick, as he wanted to leave the tree and the carnage behind quickly.<br/><br/>Down below, the carnage didn't completely disappear into the bog. There were still parts of Bullywugs still sticking out of some trees and plantlife, and some bodily remains floating at the surface of the water. There were also a fair bit of Bullwug corpses scattered about the swampland, and Ramon remembered just how intense it all was, how he hoped they wouldn't see what had happened. After all, this savagery was something he could barely control, something he felt partially ashamed of. As they climbed out of the hut, he did his best to distract them with the mountains and try keeping them from looking down the tree while they moved.<br/><br/>"S-So uh yeah...we're looking at another day of traveling, we should hit the mountain around nightfall and then we'll have to make camp again. It'll be really cold, way below freezing so we should probably try finding a cave and lighting a fire of some kind..." Ramon rambled on nervously.