He strode in measured paces back and forth upon the balcony of the citadel, overlooking the crowds lining the streets below. Soldiers in dark armor kept the masses orderly and quiet. Those who could not draw close enough to see him gathered near the mystical stone statues that came eerily to life as he began to speak. He turned to the cloaked Teir'Dal standing behind him. "Now," he commanded. The Foci raised her staff and pointed it at the sky. An arcane fire glowed within her eyes for a moment as she uttered a single word: "Rain."