“Ah, geeze,” Glacies muttered under his breath as he pulled a pair of white leather gloves out of his pockets and slipped his hood up over his head. “Rain, now?” He kicked up a tuft of moist sod and looked up toward the sky. He looked back down and scowled at the droplets of water now rolling down his glasses. He brought a hand up and pulled the water droplets away from the surface of the glass and solidified it into a small cube. He dropped it to the ground and pulled his hood up further over his glasses.

“Well, seems kind of pointless to head to town right now,” he said as he turned with a flourish of his knee length coat. He sighed and held out a hand to his right. Slowly a small shaft of ice began to form out of his fist and grew up over his head in the shape of an ornate umbrella. With a shake of his body, he froze the water covering his clothing and forced it to fall off of him. It tinkled on the rocks below as they bounced off and began to melt into the surrounding water.

“Such an annoyance,” he said as he continued his walk back up to the caravan. “However, if this keeps up I'll have no end of material for my magic... I suppose that's all well and good.”

He hadn't quite convinced himself that he was happy with the slowly increasing intensity of the rain surrounding him, but he could at least take comfort in the fact that he could draw upon the moisture in the air to keep his powers at their peak. He patted the shortsword on his side and checked the small buckler on his left arm. It didn't offer as much as protection as a shield, but considering it was much lighter, it didn't hamper his ability to move his hands as much.

“Of course, I need my hands to direct my spells. However, in case there's some kind of attack...” he muttered, unaware of anyone nearby. “If there's an attack of some sort, I won't be immediately pegged as a mage. Thayne, don't let me be marked immediately. I really don't want to be targeted because of my abilities.”

He looked up and saw that there were two others on the trail, a bit ahead of him. Instead of bothering them during their conversation, he merely followed behind them. He wasn't particularly interested in their conversation, but he didn't feel like concealing his presence from them.

He looked off into the sky through his frozen umbrella and smiled halfheartedly.

“We're due to leave in less than an hour and this is the weather we'll be facing, huh?” he asked to no one in particular. “I really hope the wheels don't get stuck in the mud. I really don't want to get my coat dirty.”