Ray, who had been left at the first campsite (and had never stopped meditating to follow the group), was having one heck of a time trying to pin-point the party's position, due to the bursts of magic along with shifting, high speed winds, blasts of fire et cetera, and was wandering aimlessly, even forced to fashion a cane to avoid colliding with trees. He was, for the first time in a long time, truly afraid. His sight was again stolen, something he hadn't operated without in a long time. Ray's voice seemed frail and timid, unlike when he first met the group. "H-Hello? F-Friends? D-Don't leave me..."