The night passed slowly, as the rain continued its relentless assault on the world outside. As he awoke from his restless sleep, feeling the weight of fatigue clinging to his limbs. The storm showed no signs of abating, the raindrops still pounding against the fabric of his tent with unyielding force.
Determined not to let the inclement weather hinder his progress, he rose from his makeshift bed and began his morning routine. He donned his sorcerer's robes, a barrier against both the physical chill and the unseen magical forces that awaited him in Ruphiriya. Taking a deep breath, he focused his energy, channeling it into a protective spell known as Rainward, rank 1 spell. The spell formed a shimmering shield around him, deflecting the raindrops and creating a small, dry pocket of air that surrounded his body. It was a temporary respite from the constant downpour, allowing him to move more comfortably through the soaked landscape.