Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-5543592-20131220023658

Daithi, directed by a guard, headed to the bathroom. He walked into the room with the small super heated pool, pulled off his leather clothes, put them in his pack which he put up somewhere dry, and slid into the water, "By Y'ffre I definately needed this." He throughly washed the blood off. He put his head under the water and washed the caked blood out of his hair. He felt a gash and a bump. He reached into his pack and got out his stiching tools.