Kaldor Dhuum's saga

When the rain begins to fall
Our Final day began a wet one. We still find it odd to be in the rain. No longer walking through softly falling ash or sand, Instead we walk through a nuisance. The rain cannot not be ignored as it taps upon your head, the noise of it pattering on trees and rocks becomes quite grating on the ears, and the feeling of the cold as it leeches one's bodies heat. Though we suppose an abundance of water it preferable its absence. The days of hunting the massive Orroloboos are over, no longer needing to cut and carry its bitter tasting water sacs.