Sigmund grimaced at the 'confirmed' infestation warning Morglum had given earlier. He grumbled incoherantly, some babble about rotten luck one could wager. A bit of time was spent counting out the coin for the goods, each a reminder of things still constant with the world.<br/><br/>Would that this rain would let up! Sigmund peered at the sky, half glaring and half scowling. Too much. Crops will die, vegetation will rot, and the next line of hungry creatures will likely find their way to town. Still, he should have time enough to get to the barracks and collect the other supplies.