Even knowing what to expect, the force of the wind still made him stagger when he stepped out into it. It was already darker than it should have been outside, due to the heavy clouds above them, but he could see the trees bending into sharp angles against the skyline still. Some of them were probably going to fall; they had never had to withstand this kind of weather before and they wouldn't handle it gracefully, Alfred imagined. Falling trees were probably the least of their worries, though, if the building started to feel the effects similarly. (Coming from his experience on the water it was almost disorienting that the building and the very ground they were standing on weren't already listing in the strong wind).

He nodded, though he wasn't sure whether it made any difference to Evander or not, and followed behind him, ducking low to try and keep his body as small of a target for the wind as possible. He carried the extra rope over his arm while they were still close together, so that it didn't trip either of them, but he knew he'd be grateful for it as soon as they left each other's side. The rain was so thick already that the visibility out here wasn't more than two fathoms, if he had to guess. They carried on that way as well as they could for some distance, until Alfred grabbed Evander's coat and tugged to get his attention. Up ahead a small creek, which existed almost entirely to provide a nice aesthetic for vacationers having lunch on the nearby patio, had flooded and caused part of the path to collapse.

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