Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-11457306-20140101024649

Anwen was in the middle of sliding the Mirthril chain shirt over her head when she spotted Nahlgaaf searching the ground for something as if his life depended upon it. He had gotten closer to her with each widening circle. She called out to him and tossed the mask at him. The chain mail was long enough to hang past her hips--as long as she didn't bend over. Not that she cared.

She reached for her greaves to pull on next and forgot him.