[IRP] When Strength is All You Have Left, Is That Strength All You Need?

[WyvernSlayer]

"Fred..." Satsume silently rejoiced at hearing a name that was easy to remember. He nodded and pulled another quick hit from the pipe. "I'm Satsume." He took a step forward and shook the man's hand. He gestured with his pipe at Orica, trying to pretend that she didn't have her spear leveled perilously close to his rib cage. "This is Orica. She's a..." he stopped himself. Should he tell of her nobility?

No, better not. "...a local." he finished.

Just then, a young man poked his head around the corner.

"Maybe you guys should, uh... get inside? It's gonna rain soon!"

Satsume looked up again. The sky was even darker now, and rain did indeed seem imminent. He winced as a large, cold drop spattered on his forehead. "Mm," he said to the stranger. "Do you know where we could go to stay dry? Like an inn, or a tavern?" He took one last hit from the pipe and clacked it against his boot to empty it.

The rain was starting to pick up. Satsume could hear it plinking off of his shoulder plates. He glanced back at Fred and Orica. "Unless either of you have a different idea?"