Who was afraid of a little rain? Not Wil! When the rain first started to come down he calmly lifted his tiny tent over his head and tucked his bedroll under his arm.
Then he gathered up a few bits of pieces the others left behind. Most importantly, he grabbed any leftover food and was too busy stuffing it into his mouth to answer any of their complaints.
"None of us're gonna die." So easy to say when you had a tent balanced on your head that kept you dry and dry bedding under your arm. Yes, Wil was prepared. Still, he checked on Stormwind to make sure he remained dry and pulled out his heavy wool cloak and draped it around his shoulders.
"C'mon over here." He said tiredly, realizing he didn't think he could stand to watch them sit there and whine for much longer. He found a clearing under the large tree with two low hanging branches of about the right height. He lifted his little tent and rested it longways across them, the fabric flaps spreading out. It wasn't perfect, but it would keep the little area around the base spotless. He put down his bedding and slid to sit against the trunk and patted the ground next to him, another chunk of bread in his mouth. Even holding his cape out a bit for Merri, Wil was never against some friendly cuddling for warmth.