Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-12599067-20150101011603

From that point, Veranwen's night went by quickly. She visited the bathhouse below and shed her robes but was disappointed to find a lack of sweetsoap, so she was forced to take a rag and try and scrub herself clean, although it proved more affective in scrubbing her skin raw than removing any grime, much to her dismay. Once she had finally given up on trying to remove the remaining ash and dirt from her skin, she climbed out, dried herself off as best she could (would they have towels?), and threw on her robes. She then went back upstairs, ordered a quick (and disappointing) meal, then debated whether or not to return to the Ratway.

It wasn't a tough decision, and soon she was holing up in her room for the night, locking the door before she changed into a nightshirt (keeping her necklace) and crawled under the covers, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep shortly afterwards.

Makoru eventually drifted off to a bed of his own in the Ratway, throwing off his cuirass, boots, gauntlets, and greaves (with trousers underneath, mind you), dropping his knapsack, and leaning Bloodharvest against his bedframe. He was a little wary of leaving a family heirloom lying out in the presence of thieves, but fell asleep before he could change his mind to move it somewhere else.

Talnarach drifted off to find a more private room, apparently not comfortable with shedding his armor in front of others. If anyone had to take a guess, it was probably for private reasons, given that his arms and chest were bare underneath his cloak, even if they never really got a good look at either.