Back in town, the day seemed brilliant with warm sunlight and full of promise, but we’re not long out of Rorikstead before the clouds start to roll in. Serves us right for staying in town for so long — now we’ve not only lost a lot of time, but we’ve also missed the best of the weather. As if to emphasize the point, a sudden gust of wind whips up around us, bringing with it the scent of rain. I glance up at the sky and grimace. Great, that’s all we need. It’s a long way to Solitude, and the inn is well behind us. If we end up having to pitch a tent out in the rain, I will not be a happy camper.
I’m ruminating on these gloomy thoughts when I spot a substantial and comfortable-looking farmhouse near the road, and I slow down for a closer look. This place is easily comparable to the commodious farms of Rorikstead, and quite a bit better than most. I notice someone outside chopping wood near the house, and on the spur of the moment, I guide my horse into the farmyard. I’m hoping that I can speak to the owner, and see if Jenassa and I can make an arrangement to stay here overnight, in case the rain catches up to us and we’re forced to turn back. At any rate, I figure it couldn’t hurt to ask.
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