It was a somewhat damp Karal who trudged into the fourth floor common room. He'd just come back from feeding Trenor, it was raining outside, and he had yet to be introduced to the concept of an umbrella.

This would be why he was damp, although damp might be too mild a term, looking at the matter objectively. Water was dripping down the back of his neck and off his curls, his shoes were squelching lightly, and his shirt was stuck to him.

Altra, who'd been fast asleep in the common room, took one look at him and started laughing so hard he fell off the back of the couch.

Karal sighed. "I need a cup of tea."

[ooc: it's a common room, and so it's open!]