Silvester sat underneath a tree looking at the river he had just crossed. The stream had swelled to an unrecognizable torrent in the endless rains. As he sat there he wondered if others would be able to make the journey back to Runeheim if the flooding persisted. He was lucky to find a large tree that was practically bridging the flow, making the crossing quick and easy. He figured Felix would try to and that he would make Gil as well. Damian would probably try as well at Felix’s urging but he would definitely be complaining the whole time. If they had their wagons though, totally out of the question.
The knights… probably not. Her ladyship would have a hard time as well. He couldn’t imagine Madam Leonora even attempting the scramble he had. He assumed that because her ladyship didn’t make the trip the rest of the Valariens wouldn’t be making the trip from Raven’s Castle.
Shrugging to himself he shouldered his pack and turned his back on the river. It was time to find a dryer place to rest and after that he would see who, if anyone, made it to back to the Keep this time.