Kire had to stifle a laugh at his response. He really was like a cat. “Rain can be rather annoying, I suppose, especially if you’re not used to the cold. Other times, it can be refreshing.” She turned her attention towards Ysaryn though the moment she heard the elf’s voice. Kire grinned. “It was an enlightening experience,” she replied, likewise sitting by the fire after Ysaryn had vacated the spot next to Ruli. “Yes, we were caught in a storm. Not too strong, actually. Cordon was in the middle of a festival, too, so lots of food. Heart festival? You might know it. The fish and squid were excellent.” 

Not wanting to spoil Ysaryn’s mood, Kire left out her brief moment of panic as she recounted what they’d done for the day. “We’ve gotten lots of good lumber, though the [i] best is for Lord Itallo [/i],” Kire added, taking on a mocking, pompous tone at the end. “Do you know anything about him? You mentioned something about a council of men ruling over the city. He seems to be on top, or quite near it.”