Reggae hustles, donned in his armaments and holy trappings once more, he was in a hurry to reach the shelter of the great trees. "This storm is strange for this time of year, I hope whatever omen it is a portent of is not dire. We can see the trees now though, just a little farther." It was regrettable that they had not arrived before the storm began pelting down on them, but at least they would not be frozen sick by the time they arrived, "I regret not readying wood for a fire, there are no smaller trees in the area we might burn to warm ourselves."