The as of yet silent figure trailing behind the group seemed to respond to their audible communications, assenting inwardly to the plan of shelter beneath the sprawling trees of the nearby forest. It would be nice to get out of the rain, even though it affected him very little. The figure in question had been smart enough to pack a cloth cloak lined with a leather outer layer and as the raindrops danced against the resistant material their livelihood lasted only seconds before breaking and draining against the cloak. 

The dragonic partner of this as-of-yet unspoken man seemed almost amused at the predicament the others found themselves in. [i]"A drowning man knows not the vastness of the ocean, only its depths. . ."[/i] The man, Caim, only nodded before turning to mount his noble steed.

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The group's flight through the rainstorm was quick, but tumultuous. Thunder resounded throughout the darkened sky, their surroundings lit up only by the occasional divine spark sent flying mercilessly from the heavens above. When they landed in the forest grove, it was to the relief of everyone involved, both riders and dragons. It had become apparent during their time in the sky that the storm was, even now, only rising. Within the cacophonous sounds of natures delirium this storm arose and the conditions for travel would only become worse as time progressed. Best to wait such things out; build a camp and focus on keeping their supplies dry. Besides, as of now they knew nothing on one another, perhaps this could be a good chance to remedy such circumstances, after all they were about to join each other in mortal battle, weren't they?