"Stupid weather." Askier muttered to himself as the thunderstorm raged around him, massive roars of thunder echoing off the stone streets of the Goblet as sheets of rain feel from the oppressive cloud mass overhead.
The Garlean hurried, his new coat, his dead brother's coat, danced around him as he made his way through the puddle strewn streets, the cobblestones slick underneath his boots. Â The miqo'te's tail was tucked inside the coat and his right hand was constantly brushing his drenched hair out of his face.
At long last, Askier rounded a turn and saw the Red Wing HQ, its windows aglow with the faint light inside. He sighed in relief as he reached the door to the building and stepped inside, a gust of wind splattering the fine rug within with rain as the Garlean slipped inside and shut the door behind him.Â
Askier shook himself as he removed his coat, sending water droplets cascading down around him as he called out to the still building.
"Anyone alive in here?"
The Garlean hurried, his new coat, his dead brother's coat, danced around him as he made his way through the puddle strewn streets, the cobblestones slick underneath his boots. Â The miqo'te's tail was tucked inside the coat and his right hand was constantly brushing his drenched hair out of his face.
At long last, Askier rounded a turn and saw the Red Wing HQ, its windows aglow with the faint light inside. He sighed in relief as he reached the door to the building and stepped inside, a gust of wind splattering the fine rug within with rain as the Garlean slipped inside and shut the door behind him.Â
Askier shook himself as he removed his coat, sending water droplets cascading down around him as he called out to the still building.
"Anyone alive in here?"
