The hail's already been going for almost a full day when Clint steps into the inn, and that's a horrible sign. Okay, well, it's kind of a standard sign given where they are, but overall pretty horrible. If this keeps going, they're really going to have to start worrying about the crops.

To that extent, when he comes in the inn, he's wearing his jacket (which he'd had to dig out of his closet), but he's also carrying a stack of wooden boards under one arm and a case of some sort in the other hand. He needs some lunch and is looking for a few certain faces, but the one he finds there isn't at all what he expects.

"Barnes?"