[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The caravan
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: [/color]The Caravan in general[/center][/b]

The mysterious elf's name was Calanon and he'd not been around people for awhile. This would be mildly suspicious had that not been the exact same situation last night. There were more important things to think about anyways, like the fact that everyone could be walking into a party (as in a celebration, not a group of travelers/adventurers. Although that party could also have parties within it) full of undead at any moment, or stumbling into another group of orcs, or something other than how much it sucked to travels through the current conditions. 

She was soaked, and cold. The winds blew at her back and made her colder. The water got into her boots and made really annoying squishing noises with every step on top of making her feet feel like two big blocks of ice. Bits of rainwater kept finding their way into her mouth by sliding down her tusks. Goose bumps covered every inch of her flesh, which would probably be the case for everyone else. Except maybe the elf. Did elves get goose bumps? She was 32% sure that elves were hairless aside from the tops of their head and eyebrows. A lack of hair would suck in cold weather. Although it would probably be nice in a desert.

Cyneburg really missed being a bear. At least they were big. And the goosebumps would serve a function.

[color=#17c311]"Is it really such a good idea to keep travelling in these conditions all day?"[/color] the druid asked out loud but to nobody in particular. Cyneburg reached back and wrung out her hair to get rid of some of the excess water, even if it would be soon replaced. [color=#17c311]"Surely if we would have to deal with more hostiles, it would be better to try fighting them without the illness we're likely to catch walking through the storm for the whole day. The weather isn't going to let up any time soon."[/color]