Reggae shivered as they arrived at the sweet shelter of the great tree and began to set up camp, he nodded to Arithmaya as he began clearing a pit for the fire, "My name is Reggae Tradewind, servant of Abadon." Leaving it at that for now as the elven sorceress left to gather wood and tinder and he devoted himself fully to clearing an area for the fire.<br/><br/>Once the fire began to roar he began to strip down to just his loincloth, to let his clothes dry, "Wet clothes are worse for ones health than exposure to the elements." His only explanation. Eventually the others began to tell their stories and he explained, "Clerics of abadon do not linger in one place for long. I stumbed upon Lyna and Arithmaya and heard their tale of leaving their home on an aimless quest, and took it as an omen to help them find their path, as Abadon is an ally of the lost."