Light filled the dark room as it was accompanied by a slightly delayed roaring thunder. Droplets of water pounding against puddles that had formed outside helped to fill the space between the loud rumbles. The storm was still going strong even in the early hours of the morning.
Verlian sighed, frustrated at the fact that he his chances of leaving the inn today were slim. He placed his hand against the burning forehead of Ravynne, who was tightly wrapped up in blankets. Sweat droplets rolled down her flushed face and she was breathing deeply as she slept. She had been running a fever almost the entire night and it didn't feel like it was coming down at all.
