Though Atlas didn't reply to Faolan's first comment about wanting someone to go with him, he did react to the rain. He batted a few rain drops out of the sky and stood up, yanking on his shirt collar as sweat rolled down his forehead and neck. It was so humid, more so than he had realized at first, and he picked up his bowl while gesturing inside with one of his free hands.
"We can continue the conversation inside, if you don't need to leave so soon," he offered. A bit of thunder here and there was no problem, but having to wait for one's clothing to dry...now that, truly, was a problem. He didn't like how it stuck to his skin, but he didn't really complain much. No reason to. Atlas simply offered the younger one the choice to follow him and meandered inside, where a warm fire was crackling under the pot of stew he had made.
The little hut itself wasn't that impressive. A few rooms; a bedroom, a common room, and a small storage room. It was patched up of almost all the leaks he managed to find, and as long as it remained dry, he didn't care. The table inside had a few cushioned chairs, a bed against the wall, and various travel equipment strewn about. Atlas took a seat at the table, scowling quite a bit, as if thinking.
"We can continue the conversation inside, if you don't need to leave so soon," he offered. A bit of thunder here and there was no problem, but having to wait for one's clothing to dry...now that, truly, was a problem. He didn't like how it stuck to his skin, but he didn't really complain much. No reason to. Atlas simply offered the younger one the choice to follow him and meandered inside, where a warm fire was crackling under the pot of stew he had made.
The little hut itself wasn't that impressive. A few rooms; a bedroom, a common room, and a small storage room. It was patched up of almost all the leaks he managed to find, and as long as it remained dry, he didn't care. The table inside had a few cushioned chairs, a bed against the wall, and various travel equipment strewn about. Atlas took a seat at the table, scowling quite a bit, as if thinking.
