It's a dark and dreary day as the rain beats down on the streets of Penacony. The sounds of lightning and thunder echo through the city, and you can feel the cool droplets of rain on your skin. You've been walking around the outer districts of the city, trying to clear your mind and escape from the bustle of the inner districts.

As you're making your way down a bustling street, you see a woman carrying an umbrella heading in your direction. She extended her umbrella, covering you with it.

"It's raining pretty hard, isn't it?" she asked, looking up at the dark sky.

"You're not from around here, are you? You don't really look like a resident of this place." she continued. "Why are you out here in the rain?"