Morgan grumbled to himself and adjusted his coat as he stepped up to the inn.  It's not that he didn't like the rain but...this was quite enough.  The Spirit of Water, barely noticeable due to the fact that she'd shrunk in size to being barely larger than your average imagined size of pixie, hovered around his shoulder.  It also didn't help that she looked about the same as all the water pouring around them.<br/><br/><i>Wait a tick</i>, Morgan thought to himself,<i>when did I start thinking of her as a 'her'?  I was referring to her as an it a few days ago.</i>Then again, dealing with the spirit constantly floating around looking into stuff, and in the form it had chosen, made it hard to not personify the spirit.<i>I hear someone has one of these big elemental spirits once before.  Maybe I should see how they handled it...</i><br/><br/>"Hey, you're supposed to be Spirit of Water," he mumbled to his shoulder, "can't you do something about this?"  His spirit said nothing, but merely grinned mischievously.  "Oh yeah, that's right.  You don't talk."  She hadn't once spoken in the short time he'd known her, although that might be due to him being busy with learning how to use his sudden shamanic powers, as well as getting into the tournament.<i>I'll have to look into that some other time.</i><br/><br/>Having enough with his own internal monologue, Morgan stepped into the inn, nodding as a courtesy to the person and their spirit sitting on the porch.  "And another one?" the inn keeper commented, "what are you all doing out in the rain?"<br/><br/>"When I figure out, I'll let you know," Morgan answered dryly, thanking the inn keeper as he grabbed the offered towel.  Looking around the room, Morgan noted the other drenched figure and his spirit.<i>Heh, two already.  Looks like I hit the motherload.  How many others are there here I wonder?</i>