Taylor stands huddled beneath a tree, feeling thoroughly miserable about the weather.  He's dressed to expect heavy rain, with a gray rain coat and the stereotypical rain hat and boots.  Probably because of the ridiculous nature of the garb, Taylor is glaring at anyone hanging around who seems to find his manner of dress funny.  After being caught in the rain last night, Taylor has little desire to get soaked again.<br/><br/>"I can not be the only person who got here early," Taylor grumbles as he taps his foot.  "Stupid weather for not letting me work.  Stupid prophecy from random waitress.  Stupid faerie book that's going to bring down the stupid Wild Hunt on everyone's head.  Give me someone to punch, I can handle that alright."