Mekiv really never liked the rain, making her wonder why she bothered to stay in Rodderick. Having a job here was probably the only thing keeping her here, but with the weather, there was no point bothering to go outside of the city for a hunt. Not to mention that the gates were closed for no good reason at all. Looking to get out of the rain, the mithra heads for the closest building. It looked like a monastery of sorts and with the already open door, she assumed that it would be perfectly alright to find a safe haven from the elements inside.<br/><br/>Underneath the alcove, just before the door, Mekiv made sure to brush off as much water as she could before making her way into the building. It would be a shame to make a mess as a first impression. Walking around for a bit, the mithra caught on to the sounds of voices further down one of the halls; her ears twitching lightly when the noise hit them. With her bow on her back and her leather armor as dry as she could get it, Mekiv came into the room where there was tea and a fire in the works.<br/><br/>"Ah, lovely! Sorrry forr barrging in like this. I just wanted to get out of the rrain..." The mithra always had a little trouble with her Rs, seeming to add a purr into them as she spoke. "Hope no one minds."<br/><br/>((Boo, late post, I know. lol))