Claude had traveled enough to know that monsters didn't always care about the weather, especially if they were hungry, but he wasn't about to rain on anyone's parade (hah). Besides, their group had weapons and special abilities at their disposal. As long as they kept their eyes peeled, he hoped they could prepare for themselves for whatever might come at them.

Staying a few paces behind Guy, Claude made sure to keep his light pointed ahead so they could find the best path possible. The rain tapped against the hardhat, creating a steady white noise that rattled through his head. He gave a small frown.

"Do you think the river might flood?" he asked no one in particular.