Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150227203205/@comment-5543592-20150301211308

Lorcan opened the door the store and stepped inside. Sigurd's jaw dropped when he took Lorcan in.

"What in Oblivion happened to you?"

"I had an accident."

"Shor's bones, I can see that.  I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that you need new clothes."

"Yeah.  Something like what I already have."

"Well, actually, I can get you this fine new robes.  It's silk, so it's stain resistant, meaning that any... accidents you have won't be a problem."

"No.  I just want this." He motioned to is clothes in a downward gesture.

"Of course, give me a moment." Sigurd went in a back room, and came back with a neatly folded pile of a typical miner's clothes. He passed them over the counter to Lorcan.

"Here you go." The man handed the clothes to Lorcan. In turn, Lorcan dropped the payment on the counter.

"You can change in that side room over there."

Lorcan did as he was told, closing the door behind himself. He quickly disrobed, and then used the remains of his previous outfit to scrub the dried blood out of his hair and off his face. He left the rags on the ground, then dressed quickly.

A minute or two later, Lorcan walked into the inn, remarkebly clean, then scanned the room for Rhona.