Time passed on. Day turned to night. The two travelers exchanged small talk but not much else. Just enough to occupy the silence that would encroach on them but not enough to draw them closer. Three days passed like this when the distant sound of the river could be heard crashing over the rocks. Ragna's helm sat over the hilt of his blade as they did not encounter any demons or any other hostiles in the days that they were traveling. 

The rain started as a light mist at first then gradually got heavier till it was a monsoon. The wind picked up and whipped through the trees sending old branches cracking and falling to the ground. Ragna had to pretty much yell over the weather to have Lyida hear him. Or maybe so he could hear himself. " We need to find cover before this gets any worse!" He felt that his voice was swept away in the wind but knew that she heard him. Hopefully.

Off to the side of the road was a indent in the hill. A small cave that must have been used by countless travelers because there was a fire pit and even a small stack of dried wood. Ranga gently nudged Lydia towards it and pointed. " Till this lets up." Hoping she heard him he started towards it. That was when the first flash of lighting came. The bolt struck in front of them sending a tree up in splinters. Then the roar of the thunder cracked over head. Letting loose the anger of the gods in one boom that lasted several minutes. As Ragna entered the cave he realized that it went in much deeper then he thought. "Must be an old mineshaft." He said outloud more to himself then Lydia who he knew would be behind him somewhere. 

His soaked hair hung down in his face which he quickly tucked behind his ears and let out a sigh. " I hate the rain. Always ruing everything. Though this is much more then rain, huh..." He glanced towards Lydia who was also soaked. "I'll start a fire." He mumbled as he piled the dry and broken pieces of wood into the fire pit. Summoning the little bit of magic he could do, Ragna created a small blaze from the center of the wood and soon it was crackling nicely. After doing that the demon removed his armor and set it by the fire to dry before taking his own spot next to the fire so his clothes could dry as well.