"The Bitan have a saying," Ezak said, "with the rain, one Bitan is three. With the ocean, one Bitan is five. With the home, one Bitan is ten."
"I do hope you introduce me to the rest of your triplets then," Ares said as he chuckled.
The rain continued, much heavier than the day before. It even blocked out their vision for anything even a minute's walk ahead.
"We picked one hell of a day to head back to Rivea, huh?" Ares glanced back towards his group, who were luckily under his little umbrella of protection against the water as Ares was manipulating a small area around himself. "I say we picked a hell of a day, but it is what it is."
Ares hadn't actually picked the date, he wanted to remain a few more days, though they had quite easily seen through the fact that he wanted to delay the return home in case he could come across a reason to continue exploring the West.
