Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-24141785-20150619211505

Tabiah trudged through the mud, running from Wayrest. She decided to make camp and, after getting a distance away, decided to make a small camp.

She set up the fire, leaning in. She was soaking wet from the sewer and, not particularly interested in gaining the orcs attention, had to make a tiny fire.

I'm not going to dry at this rate.

She found a stone she could use for a pillow, all she needed was something to use as a blanket.

Why does this place have nothing of use?

She stripped her robe off, only leaving her in trousers and a black t-shirt. Her shirt was soaked, but she didn't care. She lied down and layed the robe over her, attempting to snuggle in.

The witch summoned Ash to keep her guard, and with that she slept.