Red was seating at the edge of his boat, fishing with the new lure he got in a trade with the Drow brothers. It was a good trade, two fishing lures and a piece of red glass for a medium sized tuna. Well, good for Red, he had enough food and if the lures were any good, he'd be able to catch more. But he didn't do it for the lures, he did it for the glass. It was small, about a centimetre wide and cut roughly, but there was a small image on it of a howling wolf. He smiled at it, amused by how something so small could be so detailed. He heard the sound of thunder in the distance, and saw the storm coming. That was his que to make a run for it. He reeled in his line and packed up his stuff as quick as he could. He turned to the others as they were watching the sky, "Unless you lot can handle a storm like this without getting your stuff destroyed, I'd suggest trying to make it to town before the storm hits, that's what I'm doing. Good luck to you lot." He then unfurled his sail and headed towards the floating town nearby, hoping that he'd get there in time.