"This weather..." Agarwaen said looking to the sky.
Looking around, he saw the families gathering on some wagons, and Darcyn's group of ruffians taking some tents for their own.
Those who didn't have wagons or tents, had to stay in the rain.

As an elf, the first thing that came to his mind was going to the forest, using what the nature had to offer to build a little shelter for him. Maybe on the top of some trees. But that probably wasn't a good idea. As much as he hated, he would have to stay near the wagons that night.

Turning his head to call for the boy, he stopped, surprised.
He was already gone. Maybe he went to look for a shelter already?

"Dúnedain." he called the woman neear him.

"I'm sorry to bother you, my name is Agarwaen." he said, with a traditional elven greeting gesture.
"As much as I don't like to, the only option we have is to stay near the wagons. If we try to sleep in the rain, we will be weak and weary on the next morning. And I don't think you are particularly excited with the idea of being weak and defenseless near those guys." he said, pointing to the loud mercenaries.
"I just wanted to warn you. I trust you more than the others here." he said, glancing to the brooch in her cloak.

As he walked towards the wagons, he thought to himself:
[i]Hunting is not a good idea. All the animals are hiding from the storm, and if I try to hunt, it will only be a waste of time. Probably I will need to sleep without eating. Well... I stil have that bottle of mead... Now... Where that boy went? I didn't even realized that he disappeared.[/i] It was on that exact moment he remembered of the small hobbit girl that ran past him a couple of hours earlier.

"Dúnedain, if you meet the small hobbit woman, see if she got herself somewhere safe to sleep." he said before continuing walking.

"And be careful. I don't trust Darcyn and his thugs. Those man are unpredictable and dangerous." he said, walking towards the wagons, looking for somewhere he could sleep.

Taking out the Dwarf mead and taking a sip from it, he walked towards the wagons, looking for somewhere to sleep, the boy and the hobbit.
"Its been a long time since I hadn't tasted dwarf mead. It sure is one of the best I have ever tasted." he said to himself, looking to the bottle.

[@LadyRunic] [@Pirouette]