Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140221211800/@comment-5583506-20140308124701

Rikki undressed and then switched into the clothes in the crate. They were actually too big for her, but with some straps on the right places, they fitted her like a glove. She could only imagine that these clothes had once been owned by an orc or a nord, due to the size of them. The razor on top of the crate she stuck into her belt. She almost felt like a smuggler or pirate herself. She quickly searched through the inventories and came across a couple of shiny things or two that would fetch a nice price in some of those markets she had heard so much about. She loaded her pockets with everything that would fit and then readied some crates with food and drink, which she imagined could last for weeks. At least for a slave... No, not a slave. A free woman...