Basil eyed Jace suspiciously, but nodded and decided against questioning him further. "Yes, I'm ready." He slung his bag over his shoulders and stepped from the crumbling house; ankle-deep puddles of murky water had gathered in the potholes and gaping holes in the nearby road, and mud had chunked together everywhere. Despite that, though, the wind had died down and only the occasional misting of rain splattered onto them; the storm could be seen in the distance, but it was, thankfully, in the opposite direction that they were headed. They'd survived the night--now it was only a matter of them surviving the remaining few hours until they reached the town.