Lukas curses as the branch smacks him in the face, and nearly slips. Unlike Tamara, he's not wearing a waterproof cloak... and the links of his mithral shirt are showing through his white tunic. At this point, he's starting to feel like he'll never get dry... though if Tamara's glares were flames, the whole rainstorm would have evaporated by now.<br/><br/>"Of course I have a plan." He responds, rubbing the red spot on his cheek where the branch had brushed. "I've always got a plan. We're going to go down into the catacombs and have us a chat with the wizard... and try to find out what, exactly, it is that he stole from fatso's church. Once we figure that out, I'll steal it right back."<br/><br/>He chuckles... though whether its at his own plan, or at his companion's sudden dip into a calf-deep puddle is unclear.<br/><br/>"Of course, we'll need to figure out the details before I can flesh out step three of the plan... but it's a plan nonetheless."<br/><br/>He falls silent for a bit at that, and for a second he debates whether or not he should actually try and talk about their last job together... but instead, he focuses on balancing on a run-down stone wall along the road. The road ahead of them is thankfully empty... but he can't help but look around himself anxiously as they go along. Never know when bandits will pop up, this far from the cities.<br/><br/>"You<em>can</em>talk peacefully through this, right, rather than just rushing in and cracking skulls? I mean, you couldn't even show some restraint with me, and we worked together for damn near a year..."