Tobias travels a fulm and two ilms at best before he hears the sudden guffaw of a stranger at his back. The Midlander stops mid-stride as hands rest on his pouch and belt while he stands with back turned to Lorielle and the two men that began to talk to her. The howling wind would unfortunately deafen the words of the cloaked Midlander, so Tobias would not be able to hear what was being said as the skies darkened quite quickly and almost suddenly. The decreased visibility was indeed a disadvantage to the traveler's--but the disadvantage worked both ways.
       The flash of light reveals his back to the strangers for a second, though alert of their approach. If any movements the Hyur could have been made out, due to the darkening sky and sudden hail of rain, it would only be a shift in his forearm before it drops casually to his side. Eyes close briefly with a silent sigh as Clavier steps forward from the caravan.
       Tobias was the closest to Lorielle as he turns face to the two men even after Clavier moved forward. The raven-haired Hyur stares at the two men. A Highlander and Midlander. Tobias' eyes were completely hidden from rain, darkness, and color of hues alone as he sizes them. However, thoroughly soaked yet not a sign of disturbance shown, Tobias the Midlander gives the other Midlander, whom was behind Lorielle, a curt nod as words this time seem to speak louder than actions, "You are overdue. It would prove arduous to mollify Gens Caelius if he were to ascertain such lackadaisical efforts." the sudden authoritative tone with a resounding bass cuts through wind and rain like blade cuts through flesh.
Fifty yalms.
       The flash of light reveals his back to the strangers for a second, though alert of their approach. If any movements the Hyur could have been made out, due to the darkening sky and sudden hail of rain, it would only be a shift in his forearm before it drops casually to his side. Eyes close briefly with a silent sigh as Clavier steps forward from the caravan.
       Tobias was the closest to Lorielle as he turns face to the two men even after Clavier moved forward. The raven-haired Hyur stares at the two men. A Highlander and Midlander. Tobias' eyes were completely hidden from rain, darkness, and color of hues alone as he sizes them. However, thoroughly soaked yet not a sign of disturbance shown, Tobias the Midlander gives the other Midlander, whom was behind Lorielle, a curt nod as words this time seem to speak louder than actions, "You are overdue. It would prove arduous to mollify Gens Caelius if he were to ascertain such lackadaisical efforts." the sudden authoritative tone with a resounding bass cuts through wind and rain like blade cuts through flesh.
Fifty yalms.
