[h1][color=39b54a][b]Tillius[/b][/color][/h1]
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What a charm it was. A thunderstorm soon befell the expedition, and man oh man was it bad. Initially the shield would be good shelter against the pummeling thunderstorm, but it was soon clear it didn't matter. He'd still be soaked anyway, might as well let it wash away any dirt and mud Tillius accumulated back in the camps. It was hard to see in front of him, but not the worst thing he had seen. As long as he simply put his feet in front of the other, he'd make it there or the rain would stop before then. 

Soon, the expedition found what seemed to be an empty house in the midst of the forest. The group was eager to check it out, as it would be the only shelter they could find in the immediate vicinity, and he wouldn't blame them for it. It was perhaps too small for this group, but a shelter under rain is better than none. 

As Tillius stood inside near the door, making sure no water was built up somewhere in his armor, the group went their way exploring the house. He was not exactly in a mood to be poking his head around in the house, not yet anyway. Another latecomer to the expedition seemed to have the same sentiment as well. 

[color=39b54a]"If there is none, we might have to use wet wood outside."[/color] Tillius sighed. It would be a pain to sleep without a fire, but using rain soaked wood wouldn't be a guarantee to start a fire, and if it did, it could easily generate obnoxious toxic smoke. Tillius knew, he had tried that himself before. It wasn't fun.