>>5655361>>5655388>>5655403When you wake up the next morning, it's to the sound of hard impacts on the canvas of the tent rather than your alarm going off and a quick look outside shows that the culprit are hailstones.
Fortunately, they're not massive. Still plenty large, but golf ball size instead of tennis ball size.
You still don't really want to go out there right now though.
Looking at the weather map, the storm should blow out to sea by around late morning or lunch time.
It's not ideal, but it's better than somehow missing a cyclone warning, you suppose.
Still, between the trees and Syurm's canopy, the worst of the hail is being stopped, but it's still ice cold outside.
You're suddenly very grateful for Sage's clinginess.
>Trail mix for breakfast sounds good.>Try stoke the fire.>Nothing for it. Pack up now and make a run for Half-Moon Village.>Other 