Khamuli detested the rain. But oh, it just so happens that it was pouring. She was definitely miserable now. It almost balanced out, seeing how she was indeed still on the road with Cield. She pushed her hood back, squinted through the rain, and squeezed the water from her hair. "Argh, Cield, I can't take this, I hate rain." She muttered.

She looked up at her Ranger buddy hawt friend. How did he do that? How did he manage to be like steel in every kind of weather and situation? He was just good. And hawt. She squinted through the rain again.

"What's that ahead?" Khamuli asked, pointing to the blob of color ahead.