A figure comes down the street.

Will was just about to turn and walk back to the guild, already thinking up excuses for being drenched in stormwater. His mind spun thinking of scenarios where the clerk from earlier wanted a dalliance in the rain. It didn't really work unless the clerk was also wet though. Maybe she had spare clothes at the guild? No wouldn't explain her hair.

His thoughts were cut off as he sensed a presence coming down the street. With the storm raging, Will couldn't make out too many details but the figure was shorter than he and was wearing a dark cloak. The most uncanny thing though was that the figure seemed unaffected by the storm. The cloak stayed perfectly in place, only slightly moving with the owners steps on the stone that made up the street.

"Who goes there!?" Will shouted. His erection forgotten for the moment. This figure surely knew some advanced magic to be unfazed by the storm like this.