As Cain started up the sloped ground, his expression turned more serious. No more of the dramatic anger seemed to rule his body. Instead, he moved with sure steps, his ears and eyes attuned to the forest around him. Stepping past a sprig of large green leafs growing from a fern, he revealed the fluid grace in his muscles. His leather vest accented his shoulders, his upper arms laid bare until the tanned skin disappeared under his bracers. "We'll walk until an hour before sunset. We need to set up a camp before the sky darkens. Ah, I also want to document some of the sights in my journal," he murmured. Though he spoke to Nick, his words almost seemed more for himself. Since he never looked back, it appeared that he forgot the other man who decided to tag along. Still, Cain's entire aura felt more free and happy since they started walking again. He paused to feel the bark of a peculiar tree, eyes slipped closed for a half second as he ingrained the feel in his memory. No, Cain would never get lost in a place like this. He paid far too much attention, for more reason that just himself.