Dorothy
It was raining, and it was raining hard. Edric walked along the road, his hood up to keep himself somewhat dry. In truth he was as content as he could usually be, though no smile was upon his face. His hood obscured his face, and through the rain it would be unlikely that anyone could see his face and make a guess for who he was. He was both thankful for that and for the rain itself. It was a sort of spiritual calmness - the rains reminded him that Kjartan was there, but he still worried that the rain would have been a punishment. It made it difficult for him to find his way, and he found himself stepping in the mud more often than not. 

As he walked through the rain, he could feel the water soaking through his cloak. It wouldn't be long until he was drenched all the way through, he figured. Best to find an inn or somewhere to rest for the time being. He let out a long sigh as he stopped at a crossroads, looking at a sign that was there. In truth, he did not know the area very well. He had stopped at port a few times but had not ventured much further than that. 

He was utterly lost. With a frustrated grunt, Edric raised a hand to wipe the water from his face. He was not a man to ask for help, but he may have to resort to asking one of the locals or a passerby which direction to go. With tired eyes he looked down the roads, looking out for someone that may be passing through.
Lori
Naidi was not at all dressed appropriately for the rain. As one of the merfolk, she was very well acquainted with water, to the point that the rain wasn't too bothersome. Sure, it slowly seeped through her tunic and pants that she wore on land, but she could fuss about that later. The mermaid was leisurely strolling along the roads, while most others seemed to be hurrying off to find shelter, or simply had better things to be doing. Oddly enough, this was a new activity to her. To simply be walking around, rather than swimming. Surely a longer endeavour, but it had its own charms to it.

 To see an individual halted at a crossroads in this downpour, Naidi was naturally intrigued. She was aware that the Isles could be a little much for a newcomer, so she was more than happy to extend a helpful hand.

Her footsteps were quiet, due to her being barefoot, but it was hard to miss a blue skinned individual headed toward you. But then again, Naidi wasn't going to assume she was seen at first glance. There was a small wave from her as she spoke up from a few paces away.

"Are you alright over there? It's raining quite hard today!"
Dorothy
Edric was not anticipating such a cheerful voice, nor despite the location expecting a blue skinned individual. He had heard that there were native merfolk to the area, but he had not ventured far enough within the Isle to actually have seen any. As the woman approached him, he raised a brow, instincively reaching towards his hip where a dagger was. But, he caught himself doing it and stopped, resting his hand by his side.

"I'm fine," He said simply, letting out another sigh as she waved at him, "Just lost. As much as I thank Kjartan for the rain, I wish he wouldn't make it shower like this when I'm traveling." The man kept his hood up, his face still somewhat obscured by it. He hesitated a moment, as if he was still contemplating whether or not he could actually use help.

"Which way is the nearest inn? Or somewhere to get out of the rain?" He asked, lifting one hand to wipe the rainwater off of his exposed chin.