Anli smiles politely before taking her leave for a minute, leaving the Sergeant to his ramblings.  It's nothing she doesn't know already.  There surely was a time in the past of healthy crops and jack-rabbits and rain that didn't leave rashes, but only the elves are still around to remember it.  Besides, the sooner she gets changed, the sooner she can find out why she was needed at the watch-station.<br/><br/>Upon returning to the ground floor, the thick scent of slow-burning razorvine leaf briefly reminded Anli of frequent evenings when Varen would smoke his pipe as he lectured her on some topic or another.  She raises the hood of her cloak, now protected from the rain head-to-foot, and nods silently to the two men of the Watch as she indicates the door with her eyes.