Re: The Expedition
Shaking his head at Wilford, all enthusiasm and bouncy gobbledegook, Rafi slouched at the back of the little group. He was not the warrior type and was quite happy not to take point. Instead, he scanned the group from behind, watching out, not for the kind of threats that the marines, Boone or the General might counter, but the sort of threat that most people wouldn't see. There was something about the forest, about its stillness, its dark, that made him uneasy. Even he knew that it shouldn't be that quiet and it hadn't been when he had entered earlier.
He trusted that Gerald could take care of himself and instead focused on the immediate environs of the group, extending his senses for both unknown minds and potential magic. With wraiths around, he couldn't be too careful.