Lambert glances at Childermass -- as far as shields go, he can probably provide, though he's hoping the magician also brought his magic-absorbing bracer just in case -- but he's going to mutter lowly for the benefit of assembled Carnival members. Hopefully, the thunder is a loud enough distraction.

"Give us directions, maybe? The Wyldlands aren't exactly easy to navigate."

Though that's more an aside than a serious suggestion, at least it's sort of a realistic request.