Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-5583506-20150717124235

"It is", she muttered angrily, as if to confirm to the monks that she was okay by now. She got up and wrapped the blanket around her body. "Where is this one's clothes?"

"Ehrm... We threw them away, miss", said one of the monks nervously. "They were dirty and torn. Better we get you some new clothes."

Shakti was about to object, but then the thought hit her that those clothes had indeed been a prisoner's garb. She just hated the fact that it had been her prisoner's garb, and that these monks had thrown away her property. But if these men were to provide her with new clothing, she wouldn't say no.

"Fine then", she said, eagerly awaiting whatever clothes these beggar men of the church could possibly give her.

Her face turned even more pale than before when she realised that they had brought here a grey, old robe. Just like the set they were wearing... as well as a pair of sandals.

"Now, miss", said the monk. "If you will come with me, we've got a place for you were you can get dressed in privacy."

When Shakti got back she looked nothing like before. With sandals on her feet and dressed in monk robes, she felt like as if these monks had somehow made her their chosen champion of their faith.

Let's see about that...

"Where is Shakti's spear?" she asked.

"Spear?" shrugged the monk. "You mean that sharp wooden stick they brought you in with? We have put it to better use in the cathedral gardens. Now vines will grow around it."

"Fine then", murmured Shakti and grabbed Gabriel by the shoulder, rushing them out.

"Have a pleasant journey and may the Divines bless you!" smiled the monks.