"Hmmm" Borgon went looking out at the sky, it's storming, lightning cracks and rain falls hard. It's been like this for a few days now and no priest or shaman has figured out why "Maybe it's a sign from those 'forgotten gods' Medula talked about recently" The young prince chuckles, although in the back of his mind he thinks about the small possibility of it being so "Be she's been mentioning them a lot more..." Borgon puts a finger on his chin as he thinks