"Is there anything we can do?" A dark figure turned from its place at the window to look upon the room's other occupant.
"You know the answer as well as I," the figure stated, simply. The other's face fell.
"I was hoping you would tell me different." The figure was silent, and turned its gaze back to the window and the dark clouds that loomed in the distance.
-meanwhile-
"A storm is coming," Cale said, eyes fixed upon the sky.
"Thank you, Mr. Obvious. Any more enlightening information you'd like to share? Perhaps that rain is wet?" Cale turned his gaze to one of his companions and glared.
"I was just making an observation, Richard."
"Your observation skills would be better put to use by locating a shelter of some kind," Richard said,
"Would you two stop dalling? Unless you want to be stuck out here when the storm hits," Benny yelled back from her position beside Krunch.
Richard walked past him. "And be quick about about that shelter. I don't want to get wet."
Cale sighed, hand rising to his forehead as he continued on, wondering for the seventh time that morning why he was traveling with this particular group. As he fell into stride behind Benny, he scanned the surroundings.
Tree, tree, rock, tree, tree, bear, tree, Sooba, tree, rock, tower, rock, tree--Rubbing his eyes, Cale looked again at the tower that rose above the tree tops and smiled.
"I think I found some shelter, Richard."
"Really? That was fast." The warlock stated, eyebrow raised, and turned to look where Cale was pointing.
"You told me to be quick."
"Good enough for me."