Riaghan, in due part of distant marid ancestry and his particular affinity, saw no issue with the first day's rain. He relished in the droplets. With having been a few days from exposure with the nearest river since his arrival in Troye, he barely noticed the weariness in his legs or the aches in his soles. The chatter with his new party were welcome company. Sharing stories even over the meager offerings at the inn almost felt like he was back home with his guild.

Upon hearing the comments of the approaching alleged wizards, Riaghan felt obliged to mention, "When you wield strange powers as they, or even I do... it's easy to puff yourself up. It also has it's advantages in certain courts when, shall we say... appealing to the weaker-willed."

He noted a few of the others taking stances to defend and mentally prepared as such, gripping his staff just a little tighter as he waited on the path with his companions.