Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-11457306-20140104065536

(Sorry I dropped out--I am working on my game and lost track.)

Anwen mourned the loss of her lute as she got ready for bed. She would not have dared draw attention to herself after what they had just done, but she missed it terribly anyway. She felt lost without it. She'd have to replace it first chance.

It felt good to get out of her wet clothes. She hung them up to dry by the brazier and wiped off her armor. Then she washed up in the basin. Feeling much better, she ate some journey rations from her pack and slid between the covers. Sleep did not come easily.