The building stood like a beacon in the night, light streaming from the windows, slicing through the heavy darkness. Rochdale was eerie tonight, there was really no other way to describe it. Perhaps some of it was Rayleigh's paranoia, conjuring up demons from spaces that were nothing more than shadows. More likely, however, was that her own foul mood was dampening her evening even more thoroughly than the downpour. She hunched her shoulders against the rain, not bothering to cinch her jacket, as it was soaked through anyway. Rain, she didn't mind too much. It was somewhat soothing, and she always enjoyed listening to it drum on the roof. While she was curled up in bed. Warm.

It was the cold Ray couldn't stand. She also hated horses, like the mare she rode in on. And the fact that tending to that mare in the spooky stable was the reason why she was soaked through, and stomping through the puddles on her way toward the Sword and Staff. And that Vince had gone inside to "save a table," leaving his two female companions to look after his horse. "I'm going to kill him," she muttered darkly.

Nicolette's voice came soft and light, a sort of warmth against the wind and rain. How was she always so calming? Ray thought, managing to be annoyed by that too. "If only I had a gold piece for every time you said that," the blonde told Ray.

Overcome with the urge to comment on Nicolette's wealth, Rayleigh busied herself with yanking open the door to the inn and trudging inside. Nicolette followed close behind.