Moonspear stir your gut 'til it pours

A huff left him at her words—if only it were so simple.

“There’s somewhere to go to get out of this?”

The words were facetious, rhetorical to compliment the jesting sneer of his features; there were plenty of places to get out of the rain and had he not station and duty to attend to, Dirge may have found a damp cavern to be a better refuge than the open air of the mountainside. But as it were, they did not get to invest in those luxuries yet.

“Though I suppose I could find such a place now that most of the borderland is underwater,” he continued at the next breath. A shake of his coat did little to spare him of being waterlogged and muddied, to which he added: “Not all of us have the advantage of not appearing like they’ve drowned.”