When they'd warned Ceodore that the Giza Plains were now in The Rains, he didn't quite take it seriously. After all, he understood well enough that 'Rains' meant 'wet' and how bad could it truly be? The cautions about monsters coming out also went over his head. Monsters were a challenge and challenges were fun. What he hadn't banked on was just how soggy he would end up as quickly as he did.

This was meant to have been a quick and easy errand. He was to go to the site of the nomad village, fetch something someone had left behind, hand it off to one of their people left lingering in the city. Nothing, however, went according to plan, between slogging through swampy ground, a storm elemental that took great offense to him casting Cure on himself, an oversized split-faced croc that thought he looked tasty.

In his haste to return to somewhere dry, Ceodore almost missed her, a young lady sitting out in the rain. Now that was curious. Nevermind that he was soaked to the bone, he jogged over to her and kneels down closer to her level.

"Miss, are you okay?"