The weather changed overnight.
John noticed it the moment he opened the window.
Dark gray clouds stretched across the sky, covering the morning sun. A cool breeze drifted through the village, carrying the familiar scent of rain.
"It'll pour before noon," the innkeeper remarked as she set breakfast on the table.
John glanced outside.
"You can tell just from the smell?"
She laughed.
"You live in a village long enough, and you learn."
Aerion looked out the window as well before nodding.
"She's right."
"The wind has shifted."
Lythriel sighed dramatically.
"So much for exploring today."
Sylvara smiled over the rim of her cup.
"I don't mind staying inside."
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The rain began just as breakfast ended.
At first, it was only a gentle drizzle.
Then, within minutes, it became a steady downpour.
Raindrops tapped rhythmically against the windows while the streets outside quickly emptied.
People hurried home carrying baskets over their heads.
