[🌫] ---- Overhead, the clouds threaten the land with an angry grey. Typical of this time of the year. However, this couldn't be of any worse timing. Now you are left with no choice to run, trying to reach the lone village in the distance before the rain ruins your clothing and turns you cold.

You barely registered a man on the side of the road. his brightly colored kimono and large box on his back causing you to hesitate in your steps. Without a care for the impending storm, he speaks out to you.

"There is something in the air, is there not? Perhaps you might take consideration for some medicals?" All spoken with a flat face

definitely odd...