A Short Talk Between Travellers

-== The Road From New Haven ==- Robin span around and walked backwards for a few paces, pouting with an unsure look to the path they had come. It was an uncomfortable feeling leaving her home, or at least what was left of it after the incident. She was leaving behind a lot but it did include a lot of angry townsfolk, the creature had taken a detour through a few more buildings on it's way to the gate and the fault technically did land on Robin for the damage.
Her research had stagnated in the town regardless, the discovery of the wand had been an unexpected breakthrough in months of stale leads and failed theories. She turn to walk normally again and looked around at the group with her now, still too fresh to regard them as friends but certainly adventurous which was proving surprisingly helpful. The contents of Captios' journal for instance had snowballed her knowledge of leylines, so perhaps tagging along on risky endeavours was a more profitable vocation to further her research.
That theory seemed to hold merit so far, though Dante had been scarce on the details, he had promised the location and potential acquisition of rare reagents. It seemed too convenient to be true and she was beginning to gauge that the fellow made a habit of extending the definition of facts. Still, it was too good an opportunity to pass up and with her home looking like swiss cheese, she was more than happy to tag along regardless until the temporary chaos she had enacted had cooled down.
"How much longer do you think we might be travelling?" She calls out to nobody in particular hoping for a positive answer, her day trips back and forth from the ruins hadn't prepared her well for such a long journey on foot.

Reflecting on the path traveled so far with melancholic expression peaking through the smiles. Delandros can't help but steadily watching the tree line, searching for signs of movement. Having lived in the woods for years at this point; he knows that too often trouble strikes when you let your guard down; even so he lets his wonder day dreams spurred by wine.
Having drunken more than his fill or two of wine from the ritual the call from Robin hit the right frequency and snapped his attention forward. Switching to a more jovial expression:
"Should not be long now Robin."
Realizing that his judge of time might be off due to the long weeks of isolation.
"Though keeping your wits about you is how you keep from dying out here."
Hoping that she didn't notice his own lack of focus; Delandros reaches for his water skin, now basically empty, and takes a swig of water, swishes it around, then swallows.
"I may be out of water but I got plenty of wine; any interest in sharing Dante?"