Mark looked through the trees and then back to those voicing there desires. He felt that the trees would provide welcome cover from the rain, he didn't want his materials getting completely drenched. Thinking wisely he had tucked them under the bench in the hooded wagon but that may not keep his papers and such dry. Though, it would be dangerous to head into the woods, and he saw little point in risking life for paper. "I can agree with a ride around the woods. I can't imagine the benefit of time compensating for the lack of vision and potential hindrances of fouled wheels and wild things," Mark said evenly, glancing about the group and noticing Tavah. Attempting to reconcile any potential insult Mark corrected himself, "...er animals, wild animals."