::Has been meditating this last day, sensing the area around him, slowly mapping the area with his mind so he can conserve some energy; finding some wild path's he can possibly follow. He opens his eyes, and gazes out from under the simple shelter he had constructed from vines, roots, branches, leaves and bark, to the charred remains of a dead fire swamped out by rain. He looks up to the sky and the treetops above him and sighs.:: The terrain is already quite difficult for a man of my years. Do you feel my body has much left in it to test?