Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-11457306-20141115035656

Megan sat ramrod stiff, terrified and embarrassed. She knew she would be okay once they got a chance to change and, gods willing, a chance to bathe. Right now she felt grubby and dirty and was hiding her hands under the new clothing to shield her dirty fingernails from view. They'd given her access to the privy once she had paid her tuition and she had cleaned up as best she could, but washing in a basin was a poor substitute for a full bath when you'd literally been trekking across Tamriel for nearly a year with little more than quick baths in any body of water you could find. She could see the blond Nord boy repeatedly giving her looks and she wanted to smile at him but she was too embarrassed in her current state. She kept her eyes straight ahead, feeling as if everyone was staring at the cretin in their midst.