Oh she didn't mind the weather.  The storm.  The chaotic nature of the weather and the world at work.  it brings a smile to her lips.  The elven woman moved along, carefully, quietly.  Bow and arrows strapped to her, along with a her sword belt secured tightly.  The woman narrowing her eyes as she first circles the tower, tapping the Searos on the shoulder as she step past and around him, "What a lovely storm we are having tonight!" she says excitedly.  The elven woman pulling the hood of her cloak back, looking to those present, a happy little smile worn on her features.  Moving further in, she peels out of her cloak and slides the backpack she wears down onto the floor, "What an interesting collection we have here." she continues to speak, amused wholly by the situation she finds herself in.