As they venture further into the forests, and as the storm sets in, Xarithe would find himself taking point, making great use of his familiarity of life in the wild. Though the rain batters down on his long dark hair, drips from the tips of his pointed ears, and weighs heavily on his clothes, if this bothered the druid at all, it would not be made known. For Xarithe would remain upbeat and focused the entirety of the journey. Keeping an eye on their surroundings, as well as his allies at all times. A friendly forked tongue periodically darting from beneath his cloak to lend a hand, Xarithe leads the group around trap and muddied trail alike. Although he had never traveled these woods, already he displayed a familiarity to rival the most seasoned of loggers, and locals of Kajaani.<br/><br/>As news of Albali's companion grounding himself arrives, Xarithe looks sympathetically to the elven woman, understanding the bond the two must share. "We will push on, I will do my best to find a suitable location to rest, free from the rain, one that will not put us at any great risk of attack." Xarithe informs the others. "For, unless there are any objections, I think it is in our best interest to take some time to prepare and focus for the battle ahead. The weather alone should serve to keep the cultists held up within their temple, and offer an excuse to prevent them wondering what has become of the group we have already dealt with."Xarithe rationalizes as he looks to the others for possible objections.   When his eyes come back around to land on the drenched form of Albali he nods "The storm should subside come night fall....we will draw near enough to the temple that your Ain should find little difficulty in making it back to you,  before we slumber. While at the same time we shall remain far enough away to prevent being inadvertently discovered." he assures her as he plans to continue onward, and find a location between their and Ain's current location order to set up camp for the night.