The Hyur let out an exasperated sigh as he pushed the pile of wet mush across the table, though not before carefully setting the map aside to dry. After all, it was really the only important scrap of paper he had in the bag. The sopping wet pile of what looked like wanted ads was a minimal loss, if anything. At least that's what the Hyur's demeanor seemed likely to confirm.
He stared blankly at the wet, tattered map for a moment before leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. What little hints of annoyance that were on the Hyur's face from the sloppy mess he had found in his bag soon washed away as he sunk back into the chair, closing his eyes. While the rain never phased him, it was always nice to get out of it when possible. He wouldn't argue with a nice warm room, over the drenching cold rains outside.
He stared blankly at the wet, tattered map for a moment before leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. What little hints of annoyance that were on the Hyur's face from the sloppy mess he had found in his bag soon washed away as he sunk back into the chair, closing his eyes. While the rain never phased him, it was always nice to get out of it when possible. He wouldn't argue with a nice warm room, over the drenching cold rains outside.