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It's quite a shock to the system to walk into the bar from an island in the Bahamas, look out of the back windows and see a steady fall of rain. Not even warm, spring rain. It's decidedly chilly and he Does Not Approve.
Still, he came for a ride and he's not about to be defeated by the weather. So he heads on through the bar (stopping for a quick, bracing brandy along the way) and out to the stables.
He'll be back in later, drying out by the fire. Catchable on the way out, outside or by the fire afterwards.