Skylar groaned loudly as he picked himself up off the caravan floor and stumbled out after hastily shrugging on his coat. After a brief glance at the horse and deciding several people struggling knee deep in mud was enough, Skylar took a second to take in the surroundings and his companions. Clothes and armor abound but coats? Tsk. At this rate, everyone was going to get sick. Not exactly the best plan in this neck of the woods. The boy's coughing caught his attention and he muttered darkly as he dug through his bag. 

"Oye, anyone gotta knife? I left mine back at town it seems." Skylar snapped, irritated at his own stupidity. "Gotta deal with this rain before we decide what do to. Don't want to deal with corpses on top of everything else."