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Dark looks followed those who walked away to shelter, each stared at disapprovingly by Eomer. None of them had decided to listen to what he had said it seemed, and as nice as warm comfort and security would be after the day they'd had, he had refused. It also left him slightly aback however, as he was not used to people ignoring what he wanted in favour of their own ideas, even though he knew it would be something he needed to learn to live with for as long as he remained down south. Even so, to literally turn your back on someone in your party...

It wasn't long though until the group found somewhere close by to their companions settlement to settle; a copse with some large trees that could be used for shelter from the elements. Dumping most of his equipment bar his knife, Eomer left the others in search of some firewood before the darkness crept in to such a degree it was no longer possible to see.

Darkness arrived much sooner than had been expected by the Badlander however, brought on mainly by the opening of the heavens pouring as much water from the Narrow Sea as it believed possible. The clothing he wore offered no protection to the elements, and was only protected slightly by the foliage hanging on the trees, but unfortunately there is only so much water that leaves can hold back. Wet to the bone, firewood beginning to get damp, Eomer gave up searching for anything else and slowly tried to make his way back to the camp through the darkness and the rain.

Several trips later there were several stacks of wood organised by size, from small kindling up to a few proper log sized pieces Eomer had managed to find in the wood. By the time he returned from the final excursion he saw little different than when he had left the first time, mainly just a fire with a rather damp tiefling sat at it. Even from the distance between them however, he could read her face through the flickering flames; the anger buried within her could outburn even the hottest fire that could have been produced by them that night. Eomer could only imagine the reason why she was angry, and assumed it was for much the same reasoning he was annoyed at the others for too. Still though he sat with her, not so much to talk, not that she really seemed to want conversation on the occasions he tried, but to almost reassure her that although the others were willing to leave her out here to suffer, he was not.

He retired eventually, leaving the first watch to the tiefling who honestly seemed in no mood to sleep at the moment anyway. It was a difficult sleep, compared to the sort Eomer had been used to in Gallant, however far easier than most nights he had experienced in the Badlands. At least down here you can trust, to a degree, someone to watch your back and ensure a bandit doesn't put a knife through you whilst you sleep.

He awake though a while before dawn, at that point where light was just beginning to crest the horizon. If he had to guess, it was maybe four in the morning. As nice as the sleep was, water had managed to seep everywhere, through everything, and Eomer sat there chilled to the bone for a few moments before slowly walking over to the little one and relieving him of his night duty. As hungry as he was, he still took his time pacing around the camp, assessing both how well their equipment had survived (his staff could most definitely do with cleaning, it had fallen into the mud at some point whilst he slept), and just attempting to keep warm. The embers had seemed to long died down, and the wood was far too damp to start a fire.

When the time came to travel again the group met with the others, Eomer refused to even acknowledge their presence in his ire, but did notice Ezlan to be surprisingly quiet, well, except for him screaming at mud. That sure made Eomer chuckle. Comeuppance to a degree. Still, as far as they had to go, it almost seemed like no time at all passed. But somehow he was happy, whether that was the ability to actually sleep somewhere warm, or just the feeling of being able to relax without being on edge fearing bandits or animals.

In his exuberance, he bought two tankards of drink, and plopped a second one down next to Nem before joining her himself. Watching his equipment by the fire to ensure no one stole it whilst it dried, he attempted to start a casual conversation with her. Both to see if she was coping alright after the last couple days, which he could only imagine could take their toll on someone, but to also try to dig a bit deeper into the type of person she was.

"I remember, back at the guild, the Guild Master mentioned something about you knowing this place well. Why is it you know down here so well, this where you were raised?"