The rains started about an hour before they were set to arrive at the village. It seemed insignificant at first until the drops grew larger within half an hour, and it felt like buckets of water were being dumped on them rather than mere drops.
Irene knew immediately that she was going to have to thoroughly attend to her armor and weapon to avoid rust. Hopefully the reeve would have the supplies for them. If not, at least a blacksmith or local shop might.
The knight's eyes scanned the place as they pulled into the village. The apprentices still wore determined expressions despite how thoroughly soaked they were.
Rainy season truly had begun in the valley and in the worst way possible. It was no wonder the villagers had been worried about getting the barn back and working.
