With a pack full of radishes and a shit-eating grin, Silas departed from camp with the rest of the crew. The stifling heat was an omnipresent problem, but over time the Rogue had come to deal with the humidity the only way a morally depraved individual could; he snarked, mostly about the radishes in general and the absolutely<em>entertaining</em>results they caused in certain party members in particular. Oh the times they had...<br/><br/>... Silas glanced up at the overcast, silently cursing the fact the lack of sun gave no reprieve for the heat. Fortunately Lydia had discovered something as they neared a brook, although Silas was more interested in the cool, clear water. As Silas kneeled to splash some water on his face, Lydia explained the discovery of trails, "<strong>so we're close than</strong>" Silas replied, his voice low yet audible, "<strong>I'll go take care of our lookout problem, but I can hardly do it alone...</strong>" Silas looked over to Oriana, cocking an eyebrow before using his head to motion towards her feline friend, "<strong>could I borrow Tsoni? I'll make sure to bring her back in one piece.</strong>"