Geran listened to everyone speak, mouth twisting sourly.  Yes, ha ha, make fun of the half-orc.  He wasn't afraid of rain, he didn't think rain summoned the dead, but they all though it was sooo funny to act as though he did, and if he protested it would come off as weak.  Buttheads.<br/><br/>And then before he could speak up to express his irritation at that, Spooky joined in and actually told a story.  It was an entertaining one, as most of hers were, and he found himself listening closely.  Her words put a trickle of anticipation into his belly, the eager anxiety to face a threat.  He wasn't afraid; he'd been out in the woods too many times for a story of a forager going missing to really bother him.  You went out, you did what you needed to do, and maybe you didn't come back; it was just the nature of the woods and wild places that there were threats far different from those of civilization.<br/><br/>"Nice story," he grunted.  It could have been a lot of things in the storm, from a stupid accident to ghosts to bandits to something more monstrous - but still, there was no point to ruining the tale.  No doubt everyone else would misinterpret that as a sign of weakness, and continue mocking him until he threw a chair at someone or punched them; that would be fair enough.