Honor & Sneak [Private RP]

[Zulma san]

Murchadt scratched his head.
"I meant, the storm we just had..." that was when thunder decided to echo loudly above the tavern.
"And I guess it's not over..." he sighed.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Well, damn..." she sighed. "Guess the walk home's gonna be rotten, from the sound of that...how bad was it out there when you were comin' in?"  

[Zulma san]

Murchadt scartched his wet and muddy hair.
"Bad." he said.
"It looked almost...abnormal." he whispered the word as if it was a curse or an insult.  

[Gren_Eckener]

She raised an eyebrow. "Now, are we talkin' abnormal as in too warm, or rainin' pixie frogs abnormal?"  

[Zulma san]

Murchadt looked at Edith a little puzzled or more as if she had lost her head or something.
"Pixie frogs?" he frowned.
Then shook his head.
"Abnormal as this is not the time of the year to have such a storm. Warmth might be for something. But it was too violent as well."