Dexter thought it would be best to stop reading outside too. The humidity was bad for the condition of his books. He takes a few deep breaths and regains his composer, before tucking his book away in his haversack. "Um... okay, I don't really want to be out in the fog anyway." The archivist says as he stands up. Dexter walked over to Dirae and followed her into the cabin. He had never played poker before, but he had an okay understanding of the rules.