The rain remained steady as the dreary day began.  Even the sun had a hard time penetrating the gray of the day, and the whole day had an aura of heaviness.  The rain muffled all sounds save itself, drowning everything in its steady noise.  Even the fire, carefully babied and tended, went out in the constant wet.  
For those on the road, the hard packed road soon became slightly mucky.  A few centimeters of water lay everywhere, there was no way to walk without getting soaked from above and below. 

 Everything faded in the wake of the constant wetness.  Even the river grew hazy despite its closeness, as it seemed to fade into the grayness of the rain.  Above in the sky gray clouds stretched as far as one could see, a sign the rain would not be letting up any time soon.  This was fall verging on winter, it was the rainy season here on the edge of the High Forest, a time when the rains filled the cisterns and lakes and when people used the rains to soften the ground so that they could do the hard labor of clearing the fields for planting come spring.  

To those local to the area the rain wasn't a surprise, just a serious inconvenience.  They were used to working through the rain and knew that a good rain would come through every couple of 10-days regular as clockwork.  Travel in the rain was a different story. 

Most folk rode horses, the strong animals could handle even the thickest muck.  Travel on foot was nearly unheard of.  But if you kept your head down and kept moving it was certainly possible.  

***Group A***

Brisa finished her study in the rain, ignoring her misery till it was over.  But when she was done and closed her spell book, a book magically protected from the rain in such a manner as she was not,  she realized she was completely wet.  Blinking raindrops from her eyes she stood up, stretched, and moved to see what the others were doing.  It didn't look like the rain was going anywhere and she couldn't figure what good it would do to wait it out.  She hoped they wouldn't actually.  

She was not a seasoned traveler by any means but she was of the opinion that wet and moving was better than wet and standing still.  She made her way to Argurios, she was no healer but she did try to discern how he was feeling, if he was hurt bad, and where.  Not that she could do anything, but maybe she could make things easier on him.  At the same time she was thinking about Aiden's question.

“No” she said in a tone that seemed to suggest even she was surprised.  “I know nothing of what is around here.”  She had her book of druid maps but what she had just realized is that while it mentioned dangers in terms of words; she had no idea what they meant.  For instance one space said “Couatl live here.”  She hadn't a clue what that was.  She had thought she just hadn't translated the language right...but what if that was correct and it was just a word she didn't know.  How much else had she mistranslated.   Her eyes glassed over slightly as she realized what this might mean, how far she would have to backtrack in translating but how far forward it would leap her if she did it right.  She stared into the rain, her mind clearly elsewhere, rain pouring down her face, as she mulled this over.