[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The house by the road North of Salarn
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: Eh[/color][/center][/b]

Well it seemed that Kyra and the other new woman were too busy conversing, and it was still raining wolves and bobcats so Cyneburg shrugged and made her way inside the house. Once inside she removed her backpack and set it down on the floor to see the damage. It was composed of deerhide and was treated to be water resistant. Normally you would need to nearly submerge the thing to get the innards wet, but given the amount of rain that had poured down, she wasn't entirely sure that wasn't the case. Flipping open the hatch revealed that the outsides of most of the containers therein were slippery and covered with a thin sheen of water, but otherwise fine. Cyneburg fetched out her kettle. Maybe she could get some use out of all this rain.

[color=#17c311]"Excuse me,"[/color] she spoke loud enough for everyone in the small building to hear, [color=#17c311]"Would anyone happen to have any tea leave on them? I've got a kettle and I was thinking having a hot drink would help everyone relax after today's travels. Would make for a good compliment to food."[/color] Regardless of any answer she may or may not get, she would also fetch out a wooden pipe and a small container of tobacco. A smoke was something she hadn't had in a while. She'd go about her business multitasking, setting the kettle (if needed) outside to collect water with the pipe in her mouth, grabbing a bit of food that Keystone was kind enough to provide (that she would thank him for) and a light for the tobacco from the fireplace at one time, finding a spot to sit back and relax. Maybe talk to somebody if the situation presented itself. Most of the day might have been miserable, but the night could be refreshing.