Thalmarose moves through the downpour, motioning for the goblin and human to follow him. As he moves past the warforged sentinel he lightly knocks on it's steely exterior, producing a deep and resonant tone that cuts through the din of rain, pointing to the spot in the walkway as another fork lights the way again. Even completely sodden as his cloak is, the metallic golden thread is still quite distinct and recognizable.