Miaren had to struggle not to laugh.  True, she'd be ribbing the elf for days afterward - at least, when they weren't dealing with some malformed ogre... or whatever it was.  But here, among the barely tolerable inhabitants of Southwark, she wasn't about to alienate him completely.<br/><br/>"It's not a very<em>big</em>tent, you understand," she said.  "If we're able to find a suitable site for it, we could possibly stretch the space by making a lean-to, but we'd have to start looking to find something like that while it's still-" she glanced out at the pissing rain.  "-more dim than dark.  We're looking at a full day's tracking to reach the hills, and that bog'll be dragging at our heels the entire time."