To Kadlian, and whoever else understands elvish, Kal says, "Those creatures took my skins away. I need some time to hunt and get some new skins - I'll meet up with you when I have them."
"Do you need to kill your own? I think there are some extra suits of leather armor around here. One of them might fit you. If not, maybe Sian and I can go with you today and help out. That way, we can get you back into the marching order quicker."
Zanax suggests, "Kal, why don't you simply wear Taris' magical plate mail? It protects a lot better than those skins you were wearing."
Hlarn gives Zanax a look. "Druids can't wear metal. It interferes with their abilities. And while Kal could probably benefit from it as a warrior, it wouldn't help if he had to strip down every time he needed to cast a spell."
Kal nods and grunts in common, "Druids don't do metal."
Zanax shrugs and merely replies, "Oh."
Zanax turns next to Agulhas. "Should I cast my Light spell into the wand, too?"
"Be my guest," says the mage with a smile.
Zanax does so. The wand absorbs it.
So, more time passes as the rangers go out and help Kal bag a couple of deer. Then, time is spent while the druid tans the hides to his liking, and then stitches them into a proper garment.