PM to join When the rains come.. (Aliara)

[Berend]

The wind had picked up significantly while he had been inside, and now lashed at him with cold rain. In moments his clothing clung to him like a second skin. There was a clack of wood behind him as the door shut behind him, and shivering, he pressed against the wall of the tavern to escape the brunt of the wind. Home was a long, hard walk from here so he was seriously reconsidering going back in when the door opened again, and a cloaked figure slipped past him into the night. His hand went down to his dagger while his eyes followed the fellow until he couldn’t make him out anymore. At that, Berend sighed, and stifled a shiver. It was another reason to hate this weather because it hard to know just if anyone was out there in the murky darkness. Only light from within the tavern was to be had out here was what chanced to seep through the taverns walls because the lantern that hung above his head look like it had been extinguished a long time ago by the storm. It was about a quarter full with rain, and swayed with the wind. The door opened again, and he flinched back a step at the sight of Aliara, his hand tightening around the hilt of his dagger. “Where’s your friends?” He asked cautiously, his eyes flickering from her hands to the door and back again. He relaxed a little at seeing her hands occupied but he kept his side towards her, and with some effort, he removed his hand from his dagger before pulling his hood low over his face. The rain was starting to be a problem because he wanted to watch her without having to blink repeatedly. It also wouldn’t do him any good to provoke something that might not happen, and he hadn’t been very sly with his movements. “… I mean, I really didn’t expect you to come out here alone after that, or maybe you didn’t..” Berend said, his voice trailing off, and he briefly looked around into the impenetrable darkness.