The group presses onward into the teeth of the storm as the already cloud-dimmed sun grows lower and dimmer. The rain stays an irritating constant, the wind seemingly determined to blow into the party's faces the entire way no matter how Xarithe turns them this way or that as he roughly follows the road in. The traps continue to be sparse and amateurish, the cultists seemingly content to rely on their sentries along the logging road to keep them safe. As they progress, silence falling over them save for the incessant muted roar of the rainstorm and distant rumble of thunder, afternoon turns to evening. At last the rain starts to taper off, wind the first to slip to a more moderate pace- minutes later, a very wet, very bedraggled, and very cranky Ain flutters down to land with a damp splash on Albali's shoulder, preening madly despite the continuing rain having gotten back towards the witch as quickly as she could once wind dropped. Over the next few minutes the rain decays to a drizzle as the light continues to fall to sundown- still a mile away from the temple or so, there's a brief but spirited debate about whether or not the party should stop or press on into the teeth of the oncoming night to take them all by surprise. Xarithe's insistence on making camp and being properly prepared does leave little room for argument- after all, its his druidic nature that's made the trip in as easy as it's been (relatively) and pressing on the final mile without him in the gathering dark strikes many as a recipe for disaster. A sort of compromise is easy enough to come by; there's an area that's only waterlogged instead of a muddy bog fifty paces from the road, and it's decided with as many people with the ability to see in the dark as they have and with Turilia's talents at least one person can be up all night without being useless the next day; the cultists haven't yet shown any inclination not to be bound by the road, and having a guard watching over it is at least partially a way to hope no messengers go out or can come back in.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">OOC: Sorry! With the party as split as it was, I had to pick a thing, and I figured this would be easiest. Whoever wants to take watch either on camp or on the road can; those who need spell refreshes can do so as well, and any Shenanigans can take place now. There may or may not be a nighttime Encounter, who knows!  <img alt=":wink:" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/> </span>