Cel manages to continue looking poised- barely- through the thunder. "Well, that was interesting..." he turns back to the others. "What did you say was wrong with this weather again?"
"Well, fer one it be the wrong time of year for snow, and fer another this be the first time in three weeks the rain has stopped. If we don't be stopping this storm soon there'll be a lot of folks go hungry come winter."
"Well, yes, I do realize that this is nonstandard. What I meant was, didn't you have some reason to be here related to it?" More philanthropic sorts than I. I would just find someplace sunny. Cel is quite interested, though.
Deirdre nods, wondering for the answer. Cel claims to have strolled here by accident, which is queer, but well, not everyone is an expert in wood travels. I might've gotten lost myself just as well, except I wouldn't have left off on my own. Beric did reveal to be heading for the source of the storm, but for what motive? Heironeous be praised if they come to help, but we got to keep in mind they might have other motives.
"Ah; again, you misunderstand me," Cel says courteously. "Allow me to clarify- what is special about this place that makes you think it's related to current meteorlogical events?"
"Ah. The trees. Of course." Cel focuses on taking another drag on his cigarette to cover his expression. Then he stands decisively. "I want to go see this door," he announces, and begins striding toward the entrance. "This way, yes? Geoff, wait here with the horses."