[Cards] Forecaster's Cloak (Patreon)

"Let's make camp here for the night. We'll keep moving in the morning."

Jaret's voice was tired, although he hid it well. They'd been traveling all day through the wood and had several close calls with the local flora. Or fauna. Whichever a treant or animated shrub would fall under.

As the group quietly gathered their things to set up camp, Fohlan started to take off his cloak. He held it partly open, caught in mid-thought, and looked down towards its hem. He uttered a word, as if he were whispering a secret to it.

A billowing, gray cloud swirled around his legs, spewing sheets of illusory rain on his mud-stained boots. It was the flash of lightning from the clouds that caught Jaret's attention.

Jaret's and Fohlan's eyes met after a moment. Their shoulders slumped, and they sighed with quiet disappointment.

Jaret mustered up his courage to address the rest of the group once more. "Pack it up, everyone. Looks like we're in for a storm. Let's go see if there's a cave with nothing already inside it."