Inclement weather is always uncomfy, and unseasonable storms much moreso. With the Sable Company grounded, she feels blind. 

Her wizards say that this storm is no spell, but she has a bad gut feeling about it all the same. It could be some other, less easily perceptible brand of supernatural phenomena.

It'll take ten minutes to calm the weather, and then she'll relax and laugh about her silly paranoia. 

But a lot can happen in ten minutes, so she has all the on-call reporting in and her people on high alert.

The storm develops over the course of five minutes. 

Tall waves lash against the cliffs of the Heights district. It's bad weather to be out sailing in.

Conquerer's Bay isn't Golarion's best natural harbor, but it is any harbor at all.

There should not be waves that tall crashing against Korvosan cliffs. 

She sends a guardsman to get Toff Ornelos; she needs his Limited Wish to control the wind, she wants hippogriffs in the air yesterday.

Combat buffs and battle stations!

I'm going to make you feel ridiculous when this turns out to have just been a fairly bad storm fairly late in the year, both of which ever happen.

But sure, I'll stand on the Heights with you in the driving rain and cast my mighty spells and squint with you and all your assembled wizards and warriors at the turbulent sea. 

You blink, it's up there with them.

Immense ill-proportioned teetering swaying graceful and impossibly fast.

Its four eyes glow with a light that pierces the rain.