[center][color=fff79a][h2]Samuel Dukes, The Healer[/h2][/color][/center]

While the others continued to walk towards their destination, the entire party having different speeds at which they moved, Samuel continued to keep his slow and steady pace. The scenery was still as nice as it was before, the blue expanse only being blocked by the trees that occasionally covered Samuel's view. Eventually, however, studying the sky was abandoned - Samuel had nearly tripped while doing so, and hurting his leg would only make travel more difficult. Instead, Samuel observed the surroundings - forest covered the land, and the ground steadily became more and more uneven. The difficult terrain seemed to pose no problem whatsoever to Syfa and Ninty, causing Samuel to wonder if the two ever noticed the rising difficulty. However, Samuel wasn't the type to complain - far from it! Heck, he's the one that should be motivating the others if they are having problems! With a new pep in his step, Samuel slowly caught up to the group, having decided that the time to site-see was over.

Timothy was slowly growing ahead of the party, which worried Samuel. After all, what if they ran into bandits or wildlife? Then again, Timothy and his men had injured a man in Samuel's village years ago, so surely Timothy was able to defend himself... Bran and Syfa were in a small conversation, which Samuel chose not to listen into. That would just be rude. This did not stop him from noticing Ninty accidentally walk into a low hanging branch, hurting her eye and eliciting a string of profanities that easily made Samuel blush. A woman shouldn't swear like that! But more importantly, was she okay? A cursory look showed that Ninty didn't pierce her eye, and that the stinging she most likely felt would go down in a few minutes. Samuel let loose the breath he was holding, relieved that she didn't seriously injure himself. Samuel knew that even the smallest of eye wounds could result in permanent damage, or even blindness. He didn't want to use any of his strength healing her, especially when the group could suffer more grievous wounds. Ninty soon after injuring her eye called out to Timothy to slow down, but the elf seemed to be in a fervor, continuing down the path at a speed none of the others could match. Samuel, by no means the most athletic, was having difficulties keeping up, and was almost tempted to bless himself to have more stamina. But quickly, the idea left his mind. That would be very selfish to bless himself with his magic, when he didn't even offer to heal Ninty. So, with a grunt, Samuel continued with the others.

The path began to grow more gnarled and rugged, eventually looking as if it had been completely consumed by nature. The stones on the ground were uncomfortable against Samuel's feet, even with the hard leather boots providing a defense against their assault. The ground grew steep and flat at random intervals, and was littered with a combination of roots and stone. Despite this, Samuel persisted - after all, diligence is a virtue, and giving up when things became tough was simply childish. That didn't mean he was any less afraid when a hoarse "CRAWK" resounded from above. Samuel didn't have time to turn before the flapping of wings revealed the sound's origin - A raven, presumably multiple if the number of wings were anything to be sure. Some of the others turned to look at the noise, and showed no large response, allowing Samuel to relax further. If it was a monster, they would be reaching for their weapons. Samuel himself didn't look - he had seen enough birds in his life, and he didn't want to seem like the kind of guy that was scared of everything. Following the difficult path with a new sense of vigor, Samuel continued to follow the group, only slightly behind them.