Laurent tensed for the sudden crack of sound, stepping instinctively away from the closest tree. He had endured many storms in his life on the road, but that didn't mean he desired to be caught in one.

Laurent frowned. There was nothing else for it - they must journey on foot, and hope that horse or shelter found them before lightning or whatever else was out here with them in the storm. "Onward then, to whatever we may find," he said, keeping his firearm at the ready, though he now pointed it steadily away from his companion. "I am Laurent."