Sigrid was never an expert on the weather. Unlike her grandfather, she didn't "feel the storm in her bones". It was only following Mildemaer's casual mentioning of it that Sigrid noticed something was out of place in the sky. She stood up, and rushed over to her boat. From her pile of sea-things, she pulled out a heavy tarp, used to cover up the trade goods when rain comes. Wordlessly, she pulled it over the foodstuffs, shielding them from the harsh influence of the elements. She could only hope that the tools would survive on their own. Then, a thought struck her. Her dress! She had to look for it! Sigrid began frantically searching through her cloths, turning them this way and that, looking for that spot of midnight blue. Then, as the first drop splashed against the back of her head, she spotted it. She grabbed at the corner and yanked it out of the pile, clutching it close to her chest. "Well then, let's get going," she said. "An estate sounds quite lovely right about now."