The sun had finally broken through the midday clouds, a rare and welcome reprieve after a whole nasty week of biting rain and miserable, windy days. It was nice for Torghan to feel the warm rays of the sun directly on his weathered skin once again, even if the air still carried the damp chill of the river's lands.
He misliked this southern land, truth laid bare. It was too rainy, and he always found himself forced to aggressively scrape the wet mud from the soles of his leather boots every single night before going to sleep; otherwise, the filth would get all caked up by the morning after, becoming twice the pain in the ass to walk in.
