Reggae stares at the sky in great concern, "Lutani's will is at work now. It will be unsafe to travel soon. We must seek shelter. Perhaps our path now lies with the fair Cha'drek. Do you know of any place we might weather the coming storm winged one?"<br/><br/>Spoken as he recovers his own possesions from the packs. The wound to his head did not feel serious, as the elves had tried to capture him alive, and so he left it for the moment.