Marcus keeps rear guard, eyes looking about as the others check out the cave. After the last has entered, he steps in and looks around, his eye lighting on the mural. Finding it hard to put what he thinks of the work in words, he looks it over real good and sets down his backpack.
Looks like it might be difficult to find dry wood for a fire nearby. I'll see what I can find. Anyone want to go back out in the storm with me? It'll be fun!
While the invitation is serious, the mentioning of fun obviously is not, given the to highly excited face he makes. Though the broad smile is genuine. He pulls the hood of his cloak up over his noggin and steps to the cave entrance, looking left, right and straight on for the closest reasonable source of wood.