Michael moves swiftly trying to keep up with everyone in the woods. It had always been the same for him, a step in a half for every step someone else takes. At least the forest seemed peaceful, and it was a beautiful day. He soon lost track of where he was. Had he been by himself he surely would have taken the road, but since he had companions with him, he would rely on their ability to navigate. After they arrive at the area, Michael is surprised to find that he isn't more sore from the journey. Surely if he had his body, he would have been exhausted right now.<br/><br/>Looking around he nods to himself as the others take off to go scout or start doing their own things. Apparently the group wanted to rest before entering the caves, a sentiment Michael found sensible. Michael takes his bedroll and finds a decent patch of ground to set himself down on. He sets his bag down stretching his back before sitting next to it. With nothing more pressing to do, Michael pulls out his whetstone and begins honing the edge on his axe, lost in silent contemplation.