You would find something off as the rain started to pour. While everyone else was getting quite soaked, water seemed to just slip off your dress. Even your skin and hair didn't feel wet as the rain just slipped off your body, never really soaking anything. Even as you stepped through the mud in your boots, nothing stuck. It seemed that somehow water just didn't bother you. Very strange.

As you mentioned the hill Ferric grimaced. "Unfortunately, we need to follow this road to reach the camp. Short of running off the cliff and into the ocean, this is the only path heading towards the camp. Maybe... If we move fast enough, we'll be able to avoid the bandits?" Ferric asked the other two. Pylia shivered underneath her cloak and shook her head. "If you had horses, m-m-maybe, but your mules can't possibly hustle fast enough." Shortfang's eyes notable seemed less strained once the rain clouds covered the sun. He licked his lips as he raised his crossbow and shortsword. "Shortfang think get ready to fight! Clear path, go through easy." He looked to the other two eagerly.