Throughout the day Filburn notes the dust and wind, scowling frequently and conversing with his sword more (as evidenced by his frequent tics). "I don't like this at all - could we be the target of powerful demonic magic, meant to slow down the army?" he asks Aravashnial at one point, directing the Rift Warden's attention to both the weather and the slow pace of the army. "Or could this just be a bit or a rough spot? As we get closer to the center of the Worldwound, will things continue to get weirder?"