*The levies hold in Tambry, just barely.. For now...
The torrential flooding felt down south is being carried by the River Tam up north.
While there is no rain in Tambry, everyone watches the water rise from the riverfront docks and the pitch-black clouds in the south.
Along with the flooding has come disastrous winds from the south, whipping up a frenzy of waves and the rippling of flags. The river has become impassable to all but the foot traffic crossing the two sturdy stone drawbridges. The houses creak and some minor damage is seen in some of the older wooden homes and shops. Many fear that it is only a matter of time before one of the many houses collapses, probably in Cochran, the slums.
Shingles have flown and creaks have been heard in even the sturdiest buildings. Some swear they hear a cracking noise in the clock tower.
The sewers, ah, the sewers. The rising waters have had their effects shown here the most. The waters have drowned out many of the 'rats' who were below the water levels. For once in the history of Tambry the sewers are relatively peaceful and empty. Granted, if only the smell of sewage would stay down there instead of flooding out.
But the most ominous sign, by far, is the detachment and falling of the flag on the clock tower. All that is left is a cracked wooden pole.
An ill omen...
As for Bimhe, he sits back in the bar area of the Honey Badger cleaning everything he can get his stubby hands on in a nervous manner. He has weathered many bad 'storms' in his life, but something about this one causes him to look at the roof and wonder if he should've paid those carpenters some additional rads...*