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As she thought about leaving the tent she heard a groaning from behind those abs she was admiring earlier. Time for breakfast she supposed. She stowed her belongings back in the chest and, with some fumbling, clothed herself in the outfit left out on the chest. Somehow she had guessed correctly that it was the outfit her character was drawn in, which although she decided on it herself, was quite a bit less than she would ever wear in public outside of perhaps a beach. Though that being said, she accepted it as an opportunity to show off her totally unearned new body.
A pair of fur lined boots, comfortable enough though the soles were more pliable than she was used to wearing, a bit like thick socks or moccasins, though the leather was sturdy enough, and bracers of similar make. A furred loincloth that she was happy to find included a wide strip between her legs, as the cloth- although it was wide enough front and back -would quite readily expose her without that. And finally what amounted to a leather bra which, though sturdy in and of itself, did not cover all that much. But it did include shoulder pieces of fur over harder leather. Finally a cross strap to hang her shield from and the axe handle slid neatly into a ring already mounted to the belt of her loincloth, though she worried whether she would be the only one armed when she stepped out of her little hut.
She took a deep breath and stepped out of the tent.
She found herself in an encampment, tents in curved rows arranged inside of a wood palisade wall, all nestled against the edge of a forest and the base of a cliff wall. The camp was busy, others dressed not much different than herself milling about. Agnora lived near the area of the camp devoted to crafting, and people were busy at work. Making clothes, weapons, leather-working, she could hear hammers on anvils nearby.
Diane's main concern right now though was food. She could smell... something. It smelled like meat, and so she followed her nose past the smiths and bowyers and tanners to what to Diane looked like a sort of picnic area or like an open mess tent. People sitting at short tables having hurried morning meals, and toward the back of the tent a sort of kitchen area. Men and women wearing hooded cloth coats used wands with orange crystals to cook cuts of meat, vegetables, bake bread.
She walked over toward the kitchen area and up to where she saw someone else had gotten their food from and someone working in the kitchen put together a plate for her, "here you are, companion, enjoy!" He said as he handed it to her. She was expecting to have to pay or something but hey, neat.
As she sat and ate her meal another woman sat down across from her,"you're out of bed finally, Agnora? Honestly you sleep like the dead or I'd have woken you up myself, Grenhold wants to speak with us when you're finished with that. He said it's not urgent but I'm not sure, he seemed worried."
"Uh, all right, thanks!" Diane didn't know who or where Grenhold was, so she shoveled the food on her plate into her mouth quickly and followed the woman back she hoped to wherever this Grenhold was supposed to be.
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| Agnora the Firebrand |
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| HP | 100% | Inventory:
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| MP | 100% | |||||||
| Gold | 0 | |||||||
