It wasn't a storm when I went out here. [She grumbles angrily as she steps inside past Fran and the servants, trying fruitlessly to wipe some of the debris off of herself.]

I was patrolling the area, as usual. I found a milita group off to the south. [She clutched her cloak and twisted it, water, and something redder than that, dripping off.] Not much of a problem.