"Why is it wet all of the time?" Darius cursed. Caden was tired of it too. The damp and the cold had invaded his bones worse than any winter storm he'd survived while they'd wintered at Wayfarer's Keep. "It's the Highlands. When it isn't raining, there's fog or snow or some variation of the two. Sometimes all of them at once. It's cold and miserable, just like those who choose to inhabit it. Aren't you glad your warlord decided to add it to his empire?"
