The rain pounded down on Harald's head like fingers drumming on his skull. Siana and Sarandia huddled under their tarp on the wagon. The drivers and Dedrick wore wide brim hats to protect their heads. 

Harald couldn't see very far into the downpour, but he didn't think any bandits would be out in this weather. Bows would be impossible, so it would be hand to hand fighting to take the caravan. Most bandits weren't interested in putting their lives on the line. From the glimpses he got, ...