The drow would greatly appreciate the Dracotaur's assistance in navigating this unknown and alien landscape. The idea of a horizon or a path once can choose beyond the strict passageways and cave networks of the underdark were ones that frightened the sorceress, she was uncertain about where they were going, but trusted those with experience. She tries to make small talk, as she has very strong social abilities developed through a combination of her yet-to-be-known noble blood, and her developed social graces through the drow hierarchy.<br/><br/>At the rest stop, she would initially be anxious to go before deciding to follow the advice given, she did not know much of the surface gods, but she figured this Erastil was far more benevolent than any deity of darkness, and that he would grant his blessing in exchange for simple observance and reverance. Ter'ra takes a seat at the edge of camp, her red eyes piercing into the forest, her elven vision granting her a surprisingly intimate sense of the world working around her. Never before in her life has she seen so much life, so much green, in a single place. Life has a beauty all its own, something that is not appreciated by those who live underground. The sorceress could get used to such vibrant and fertile lands aboveground, if it werent for that damned orb in the sky that forced her to shade her vision. She stops for a moment before removing the spell, taking in the splendor through her own unmodified vision, the bright light quickly causing sunspots and shapes to dance across her vision.