Terry fell into deep thought.
He sat on the railing of the terrace, surrendering the layer of protection he had and letting the cold torrential rain hit his face directly.
He looked around carelessly as if observing the diverse humans on the ground.
The storm was intense, the water from the Undead Swamp had already spread onto the main road within moments.
Hill also looked contentedly at his recent achievements.
Marsha had long controlled the shops on the business street, extending long transparent awnings from the rooftops on either side that joined high above the center of the street.
The rain 'plash-plash' fell on the awnings, even the ladies from the Tyr Temple had come out from their homes to view the street turned into a corridor.
