"You take the cauldron." Sorry but he's staying away from the sorcery crockpot. Just in case. "I will take the perimeter."

He won't be long. There wasn't much on the margins of the camp that would cause problems, even if the wind shifted direction. The storm did not concern him for his own safety. A few months ago he simply would have, at most, clapped his helmet on his head to shield his eyes. But with Elion, and her to worry about (sure she was a goddess but how much weather did they really have where she was from?), things changed.