The halflings in Lang's lower belly are far less pronounced than the meals of her peers. Between the barding and leftover cargo she's hauling from yesterday it'd be easy to miss that her figure has changed at all. Not even enough to even slow her down or effect her gait any more than it already is by everything else. "That would be..." Lang pauses as she searches for the right word. "unfortunate. For someone so friendly to have been involved in the mass kidnapping in attempted murder."<br/><br/>The flora along the familiar path to the island's unified religious center seems much more bountiful than Lang remembers once it's changed from forests to the more readily observed berries. As the sun sets she remarks. "Strange. I've walked this path plenty of times. We should have arrived at the temple by sundown. Those people attacking shouldn't have slowed us down this much..."