[and here's WV, on his way to swordsmanship practice with Cain, as usual! He's got a plastic kerchief tied under his chin to keep his head dry, and is wearing a plastic rain poncho that's too big for him and nearly drags on the ground. His sword and bag of sandwiches are held safely under the poncho, making strange little lumps in the plastic.]
[he nearly walks right past Venom in the dimness, but then glances back at them and pauses]
This is not agreeable weather for sitting. What are you doing skulking about out-of-doors?