Broken Boulder when i am ten feet tall

@Ulf
set tonight during a (possibly fabricated) storm!

The rain started sudden and heavy. It had been a bit wet lately, Alarian had noticed, but this was heavier. He was collecting herbs when the first droplets fell; he had been slow to react, dismissing it as another minutes-long drizzle. It was not. Before long, the Governor was soaked— and not at all happy about it.
Shivering, he gathered up the chervil he had been collecting, roots and all, and set off for his den. The cold ached, and for some reason it made his leg ache; his pace was decidedly slower than usual. Perhaps some deep part of the wound had not healed yet— or perhaps he had not rested it long enough, and had done some irreversible damage.
Either way, it was annoying.