[ Someone has a terrible habit of wandering around outside for extended periods of time, even when he shouldn't be. So Hector, unfortunately, isn't home when the storm descends upon Rhyme, and he's stuck outside. While he's found himself a little rocky overhang for shelter, that doesn't mean much when the wind is strong enough that the droplets are practically vertical.

Or strong enough to knock people over. The big stick he's found is stuck firmly into the ground, and he holds on tightly as he extends his free hand into the storm--towards whoever he sees stuck out there. ]

Hey! Over here! Get out of the storm!

[ He's got druid magic to help if need be, but... We'll see. ]

[ Hector literally just got here and now his little cottage is a mess. Please. He just wants a break.

Despite his fancy attire, he isn't actually all that opposed to hard work. He'll be quietly clearing the debris from his yard and repairing his fence. His work isn't professional, but it's workable. Regardless of his skill level, when he reaches a break in his concentration he'll glance up at his neighbor to see how they're doing, and he'll call out-- ]

Need a hand?

[ Where else to find the alcoholic, but at the izakaya?

The change of scenery hasn't really changed anything--made it worse, if anything. It's hard to tell how much of the cherry plump sake Hector has gone through at this point; when he sees someone new come into the bar, he turns and gestures to the empty seat beside him, sliding a second cup towards the spot. ]

C'mon, take a seat. Not often I get to sit beside someone so good looking.

[ He's also shameless, btw. ]

[ I'm not picky. Hector will absolutely be wandering around, probably snooping around in places he shouldn't be. Whatever wacky scenario you come up with, he could have reasonably found himself there. Surprise me! ]