Lucious remained quite through most of the trip. Following his companions and itching for a fight. The week of rest had been welcoming, but his thirst for combat was overwhelming at this point. It took all he could muster to not cleave an innocent forest creature in twine to appease The Fiend. "Control", he would whisper, when he'd realize his fist was clenched so tight the knuckles were turning white. The signs of a formidable foe was just the kind of sign Lucious needed. Signs of a great battle to come...