Choosing to take a short break from sparring with Sir Stiers, Wreynn adjusts his armor and gingerly posts himself on the handrail outside of The Shady Corner. Amused by the name and the design of the tavern, he contemplates usurping his own nook, but the side stairs seem more than welcoming to him.
Time passes slowly as he stares at the dark clouds still obscuring the sky. He smiles faintly to himself, as the rain begins anew. The rain falls briskly from the sky, violently off the roof, spatters haphazardly into the brim of his hat, and traces precisely down the lines of his armor, and finally onwards to the ground. Each drop taking its own path to the target, even those jarred by obstructions always reach their mark. A fine thought for the aging rogue to reflect on, to be as fluid as the rain.
Wreynn sighs, and mutters to himself as shards of light being to break through the clouds, "It looks like it may be warm and dry in there, but at least I'm not likely to be bothered out here while its still raining."
"You go ahead and do that. Now that things are calm and starting to dry out. I think that I'm going to go for a little walk." Wreynn briskly hops off the railing, landing gracefully at the base of the stairs. "So that way to the merchant quarter, right? I'm beginning to wonder if my tongue is as golden here as it was back home."
Wreynn checks his blades, adjusts his hat, and walks off towards the Merchant's Hall.
Sir Stiers Walks out side takes a Glimps over little out of Breth and says good sparing i would relly hate to vs you in a battle field your quick be on your gurd out here i will be at the other side patroling u know what t do if u see anythning