[P] Of course!

Krin staggers through the rain, slipping and sliding as the ground turned to mud. Stars, why did he have to wish anything would come along and wash the stickiness off him? He should have known his situation could only go from bad to worse.

The dark doesn't bother him; Drow eyes were built for it. But with the rain pelting his face and wind blowing his soaked hair in his eyes, that hardly matters. If he hadn't been lost before, he would be now, barely able to see more than arm's length in front of him and stumbling blindly though the woods. He can only hope that nothing else is foolish enough to be out in this miserable storm. He'll never see danger coming like this.

He's drenched and shivering when he nearly walks right into the stone wall. If he hadn't been sweeping his staff ahead of him to check for tree roots he might trip on, he wouldn't have noticed it in time. He puts one hand on the cold, damp stone, feeling his way along it. Lightning cracks nearby, briefly illuminating the shape of an old, crumbling tower.

Krin sighs in relief, finding it in himself to hurry as he feels along for an entrance. Hopefully the decrepit old building's as abandoned as it looks and he can wait out the storm in peace. Even if it isn't, he's willing to take his chances if it means he might get a chance to dry off and rest his aching back

[P] I make my way to the door and let myself into the tower to get out of the rain.