Gilia is offered a careful, sidelong glance from his stern green eyes as he nods out toward the rain. Down the road, a man hastily attempts to scurry between overhangs to dodge the falling drops, clothes melting in heaps about his person. He had clearly already been quite soaked through, and it was not difficult to guess the source of his troubles.

Slowly, Alastair lowered his arm, annoyed to find another hole forming in his jacket sleeve.

"The rain appears enchanted," he finally responds, turning his arm over to further inspect the damage. "Quite heavily."