Jorrin set his teeth against the rain, he had been intending to follow a lead for a possible business contact for his house. Unfortunately, however, this blasted rain had started up and now he'd have to find somewhere dry to wait out the storm. He wasn't about to let a little rain get in the way of business. So he trudged along, hoping to find some ally or tavern that he could take temporary shelter in. Seeing a small group huddled underneath a nearby bridge he hesitates for a second. After all, he had no idea what that group was doing there, but on the other hand, they might know a place to shelter. Ignoring the rain as much as possible, he thinks it over, mulling the possibilities before cautiously approaching the group.<br/><br/>Jorrin is a large man, currently wearing his leather armor, but bedecked with Aundair finery, including a particularly miserable looking purple feather stuck in his cap that's been soaked through.<br/><br/>"Hail. Quite the downpour it seems." Jorrin belts over the rain as he enters the small shelter, but he holds himself back somewhat it reservation, waiting to see how these people react to him.