It was pouring all day in the north, the folk that roamed on the roads talked about how the mountains must have caused it. Rain in the north wasn't something new, the large mountains always kept the area cool and rain coming.
"More rain, more pests to worry about. This year the rains filled all wells." The dusty and soaked farmers sitting on the wooden floor of the cart sighed at their state. The routes had gotten muddy due to the rain, riding on minpo cart was the only option of travel these days.
"If these rains won't stop my crops will die from erosion. This year I don't have any grain left to pass by, I'd have to sell my sheep. God save us because these warlord won't come until he find them another emerald mine." They talked and complained quite loudly. One of them was quite
"What do you think caused all of this rain?"
