[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The caravan
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: [/color]Keystone, The Wagon, A rock maybe, the New Girl[/center][/b]

No matter what Cyneburg's complaints might be able walking through the rain might be, they wouldn't matter if the cart got stuck in the mud. Which it did. The druid sighed in frustration. Normally in a situation like this, she could transform into an animal like another horse and help pull the cart, but that was not the case today. None of her other spells would be able to help in this circumstance. After all, softening mud wouldn't exactly do much. And on top of that, even if she tried to help pull, she would probably just get in the way. Feats of physical ability were not her forte. It seemed all she could do was plant her axe in the ground and wait. The tip of the walking stick sunk into the ground before halting on something hard. Something like a rock. The sudden vibration acted like a fire starter, sparking an idea in her head. She was just about to speak up when a new traveler popped in. This time a woman who wore lots of clothes with a bow in her hand asked if the group needed 'a hand.' At this point? Sure, why not. Cyneburg looked away from the new arrival and turned to Keystone.

[color=17c311]"Before you have the two ladies get out of the wagon, do you mind if I check something? I might have a spell that would not resolve the situation, but could potentially help you unstick the wagon."[/color] She spoke louder than usual, at almost a yell to make sure she was heard over the ambient rain. She still might be ignored, but if she was, no skin off her nose. Cyne still had no particular responsibility to this caravan.