A Risky Gambit

Hyperion saw the woman glance up at the sky and naturally his gaze went up to. It kinda looked like rain. In addition to the heavy cloud cover there was a heavy feeling in the air. It was a bit cooler too, he realized, than the last time he'd noted the temperature. Granted it had been awhile since he'd been a little preoccupied with safeguarding the jewels, so what did he know. Now that he was aware of it, though, he couldn't shake the feeling. Great, in addition to being lost he was also going to get rained on. At least now it appeared he was going to have company.

He carefully picked his way through the briars, noting the way the ground fell away sharply to his left, to stand on the same stretch of open ground as the woman. The thorns had been digging into his neck and were, no joke, a bit of a pain. "I'd like that. The name's Hyperion." A tangle of thorns managed to snag his ankle and he kicked them away absently. Pesky things were going to eat him up. "Thanks for letting me join you. This," he motioned towards their surroundings. "Is not my forte. I'm garbage at wayfinding."