Even though his father was nowhere to be found at the moment, the man's presence was still felt in their current location. Between them and the driving rain was a clear tent that spanned over several workstations where a handful of academics sat focused on their ship-related research. Zhan wasn't close to understanding any of it, but he hoped he might leave Belrea knowing more about the sorts of technology he wanted on their eventual ship. He forced himself to look up, dreading the possibility that their shelter might collapse in on them.
"Had I known the weather would turn, we could have stayed back at the inn."