The downpour almost came out of nowhere, and Melee's attempts to shield herself from the rain were futile at best. The leather she was wearing was becoming sodden and heavy, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to walk, not to mention uncomfortable. She was relieved when the group reached Rorikstead, and decided to stay at the inn overnight. She was completely soaked and quite irritable by now because of that. While everyone took a seat at a table, she headed to the bar, shaking her hair as she went and causing it to stick out in a bunch of different directions. Smoothing it down, Melee grinned at the barkeeper. "Can I get a room for the night? I don't think we'll want to travel in that storm."
The innkeeper nodded curtly, accepting Melee's handful of septims and pointing to her room across the inn. "Last one on the left." He eyed her sodden figure quizzically before shrugging and returning to his duties and customers.
Upon reaching her room, Melee hastily shut the door and started rummaging through the wardrobes and dressers scattered throughout the room. Her eyes lit up excitedly when she opened the wardrobe and spotted an old shirt and a worn pair of trousers. She tore her drenched clothes off and set them on the only chair in the corner of the room, hoping they would be dry by morning. The dry clothes, although a little large on Melee, were warm, soft, and best of all dry. She pulled her boots back on, silently thanking some generic higher power that they were water proof.
Melee walked back downstairs, instantly in a much better mood due to the dry clothes. She sat at the table, and asked the barmaid to bring her some cold water to drink. She didn't enjoy alcohol, although it was entertaining to watch other people drink and possibly do stupid things while drunk.