Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140302224523/@comment-11457306-20140302231937

Daria slipped in between the two men before the Breton could change his mind. She went straight for the leathers she'd spotted. There were other, more protective armors, but she was no warrior and they would be too heavy and too big for her. The leather jerkin looked about her size. She quickly stripped off her prison rags and pulled the jerkin on, lacing up the front. It was a bit tight and she was forced to leave the very top laces loose over her bosom. It definitely had not been made for a Nord. The greaves were better, since they'd been made for a man with wider hips and waste. She rummaged for boots then, and pulled on a good sturdy pair. She had not been so nicely dressed for ten long years. She felt rich.

Hesitantly she reached for fine ebony dagger, running her fingers over it lightly, caressing it. She looked back at her benefactor to see his reaction.