Viltez reaches up and wipes a bead of sweat from his brow. Despite the slightly falling temperature, the work and his inability to remove his shirt causes his temperature to rise unmercifully under the unforgiving sun. He turns towards the village and once again seeks out the figure of the stranger. After returning to the roof over two hours ago, Viltez has kept track of his movements best he can. [i]'It's not like I'm worried about him'[/i] He'd told himself when he first noticed he'd been looking up every few minutes to find the man. [i]'I'm just curious. Not many people stay in town who aren’t in a caravan. And he said he'd visit later. . . .'[/i] Shaking his head the young man chuckles as his own reasoning. Truth be told, he really is worried about the taller man. [i]'He's no fool, so I'm confident that he'll be fine around the villagers now. But, I know a few villagers who may cause trouble. Hector for one'[/i] 

His eyes narrow as he spots the stranger again but after a few seconds he looks away. [i]'I should stop this. Somehow it feels like I'm keeping tabs on a child. He's no child'[/i] Viltez lets out a long sigh and instead turns his attention to the approaching storm. No one in town will have noticed, save for maybe a few of the old men. The young half-breed on the roof though can not only tell one is coming, but has a very good idea how strong it will be, and how long it will last. In his younger years he was prone to telling the villagers about approaching weather, but after a few times, it became clear that his predictions made them suspicious, so he stopped. In later years, some of the young village girls would ask him how he always knew to take his clothes in off the line before the rain. He'd always simply smile and remain silent.

[i]'It takes a lot of practice to hide one's oddities in a town so small as this. Everyone knows one another's secrets. Everyone is watching everyone else.'[/i] Fixing the last few pieces in place Viltez nails them into place, giving them a little tug on either side to make sure the shingles are holding firm. “Hyush.” he huffs with a smile and gathers his tools. As soon as they are back in the shed, along with the ladder, Viltez seeks out the old woman and lets her know her roof is done and that he'll get right on the rest of the chores on her list right away. She smiles and pats him on the head before going back to gossiping with the other old woman sitting with her on her front porch. Pulling out the list he heads to the blacksmiths to puck up a kettle she's dropped of for repairs, then to the baker for some fresh bread. 

All the while he keeps an eye on the skies. [i]'I should have enough time to get done with this list and get home before the rain starts to fall'[/i] he muses as the baker wraps the old woman's order in a thick cloth. As he steps out of the bakery Viltez spots the stranger through a throng of people heading for the caravan and smiles. He's not sure if the man notices him but after a second he rushes off on his next mission. The rest of the list takes just over an hour, and by then even the villagers are casting wary glances skyward from time to time. After he delivers everything to the old woman she pays him and shoos him off to seek out his own shelter before the dark gray clouds overhead begin weeping.

He gives a nod of thanks, his charming smile firmly in place as he walks off to the main road and begins walking swiftly towards his home. [i]'I wonder if the stranger got a place at the inn? It's really small, and with the caravan, most if not all of the rooms will already be booked . . .'[/i] He glances about as he walks, the hairs on the back of his neck and along his tail becoming stiff in anticipation of the rain. His gaze drifts from face to face, seeking the man out. [i]'If it is full, I can offer him my home. It's small too but there's enough room for two to keep dry and comfortable'[/i] Unable to spot the man right away Viltez curses under his breath. [i]'I can't even call for him because I foolishly didn't even ask his name'[/i] A sudden thought strikes him and Viltez slows then stops all together.

[i]'He. . . He said something about having several hours. He. . . .couldn't have guessed what I was about to say? No, his words were as if he himself senses the rains too!'[/i] A chill runs up his spine that has nothing to do with the now defiantly cool breeze blowing genitally down the main road past the still figure. [i]'I'd been so flustered that I'd almost slipped up. Did I really not notice?'[/i] He stands there for a few minutes, awestruck at his own oversight until at last his mind decides to flat out discard all but the important part. [i]'He knew it was going to rain, so he'll have figured out how to stay dry. He's had plenty of time to plan for it'[/i] With that comforting thought in mind he continues his trek towards his home. The chilled breeze picks up a bit and Viltez shivers as he walks strait into it.