The rain started just after noon and turned into a complete downpour by evening. Zephyra was soaked through to the skin, her cloak doing absolutely nothing to keep the water out, and she was pretty sure her boots were going to fall apart any minute now.

"This is miserable," she said for probably the tenth time in the last hour.

"Could be worse," Valtoor said, which was what he'd been saying every time she complained. Which was annoying.

"How could it possibly be worse?"

"Could be ...