The rain fell harder.
Originally just a light drizzle, a thin curtain of rain, it gradually became denser.
From the depths of the gathering leaden clouds, one could faintly hear the brewing low thunder.
Xia Nan and the half orc walked on their way back to the inn.
They didn't carry any rain gear, so they often walked close to the eaves of the roadside buildings.
And if there was no shelter, they were not in any particular hurry, merely walking casually.
For Xia Nan, since he was already soaked, and his armor equipment would be carefully maintained before bedtime, getting a bit more or less wet made no difference.
With his 8 points of Constitution, as long as he didn't get hit by some "Disease Curse" or "Weakness Aura" spell, getting a little wet wouldn't cause him to catch a cold or get sick.
As for Alton...
Xia Nan just hoped the other wouldn't splash him with muddy water while stepping in puddles.
"By the way."
