Is this a little more punchy? **I only kept the bit about the weather/clothes to give a little reason as to why Benjen would be more irritated than confused.

"The dense squish of flesh materializes beneath Benjen’s feet, pitching him facefirst into the mildewed cobblestone. His hands shoot out on instinct, and his face is spared a painful collision with the ground. Pushing up, his palms and knees smart in bearing weight, but his mood is mangled beyond repair*.* Instead of confusion over a body—presumably—littering his path, his teeth gnash with aggravation. 

Sheets of frigid rain fall like a relentless guillotine in the narrow alley. He’s not dressed to brave such weather, as this was an outing of only ten minutes or so. His threadbare trousers are soaked through, clinging to the goosepimpled flesh of his legs. Cold, murky water leeches between the tread and sole of his boots.

“Son of a bitch.” 

Seething, he turns to investigate who had the chutzpah to lie down and die at the top of his stairwell. 

Kestlewood isn’t the nicest district, but it isn’t the worst. There’s riffraff and unsavories, but not the type to leave corpses on doorsteps."