The Horrible Rain

It was the session of rains once more in the Lands of the Exiled. The ninth month has become plagued with storms that would last days as harsh winds and rains assaulted the earth. It is said that the rains and floods at times are so bad that even the Drow not leave the strongholds in the dark of the stormy nights. So our scene is set as the High Town tavern becomes crowded with those escaping the downpour. A fire is lit within the harth and a kettle began to boil. A soaked Galatea stands by the fire. Her cloak dripping as it dries on a peg. She sneezes and then comments jokingly, ”Well at least now we know that the blessings of Memnis are enough to deter the Drow.”