Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160531155853/@comment-5543592-20160601210547

"Yup, I got you all squared a way, a tent for everyone, although I made sure to stick the people who always end up in each other's rooms together in the same tent.  Thought I might save you the trouble."

He snapped his fingers, summoning forward the heavy Orc the group would recognize as Girth, the mercenary who had first introduce them to Crimson and the Keshik second in command.

Girth set down a large wooden crate in front of them, drew his sword, and then used the weapon to pry the crate open.

"I also had spiffy outfits made for all you guys because your current clothes look like they could've used a washing ten years ago." He gestured to the crate full of stuff. "Fancy armors, outfits-- just like what you guys wear, but better, not smelly, and with unquestionable style.  They should fit, I gave Weaver your measurements."