The black smoke brought attention, as it probably should have -- one paladin, hurrying through the forest at the lope he could maintain for a surprisingly long time even in heavy armor. It wasn't particularly subtle, but nor was it particularly noisy, either. When it came down to it, Mar was in his element just running around poking into things.

And speaking of those things, he came to a halt outside the ring of water the rain had deposited, out of concern that he might interfere with some shamanic process.

"Shaman business?" he said by way of a curious hello.