You floated in a nearby lake, the water rippling in a calming, mesmerizing pattern. The sun was hidden perfectly behind the clouds, so it didn't get in your eyes, but didn't completely cover the sun and make it colder out. Lambert and Shamura were reading old scrolls. Lambert had asked Shamura to decode some scrolls he found in the Silk Cradle, since they were in a different language. Leshy was picking some flowers, well at least trying to with his blindness. Kallamar was just watching, staying far away from the lake. He was scared of falling in, he way always paranoid. Narinder had chose to stay back in his tent, he doesn't like talking to people because they annoy him. Goatfrey stayed near the tall grass, plucking them out one by one. He was quite the aggressive goat, especially when on crusades with Lambert.