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At the announcement of clothing and equipment I rush down the hallway.
When I reach the doorway with eyes only focused on finding clothing. I rush in without looking, and begin to rummage. I spot a white shirt, black stockings, and a pair of jackboots. I pull each item on before searching for more. The Dagger and shield resting safely at my feet. Eventually I find a black bodice that reaches midthigh and some chest armor. They fit quite well, almost as though made for me. As I search for a belt to attach the daggar and shield to, I spot a beautiful long bow and quiver leaning against the wall. There are forearm bands sitting with them, which I attach securely.
Keeping an eye on the bow and quiver I continue to search the shelf for a good belt. Finally I spot with a good enough loop to fit the dagger. The weight of the shield causes the belt to lean to the right a bit, but it feels comfortable. It feels good to have my hands free.
I glance around looking for something else. My eyes never leaving the shelves, though. Suddenly I spot it. I gently tug what looks like a pile of forest green cloth toward myself. The Cloak unfolds itself, something clanging to the floor. It's soft, and heavy. Not so heavy to be cumbersome, simply reassuring weight of a solid cloak. I clasp the silver clasp quickly, then look to the floor. Noticing a hand ornament of the same style as the clasp, I crouch down to pick it up. There is a pin that runs through it. I twist my hair at the back of my head and secure it with the clasp.
Feeling much more comfortable now that I was clothed and equipped, I pick up the bow and quiver to shoulder them. I turn around to examine the room better, feeling a little ashamed I hadn't done so before entering. The sight of the statues makes me jump back for a moment. Slowly, I ease back to stand next to the exit. My eyes flick over each statue nervously.
"Oh I hope these items are not dangerous."
When I reach the doorway with eyes only focused on finding clothing. I rush in without looking, and begin to rummage. I spot a white shirt, black stockings, and a pair of jackboots. I pull each item on before searching for more. The Dagger and shield resting safely at my feet. Eventually I find a black bodice that reaches midthigh and some chest armor. They fit quite well, almost as though made for me. As I search for a belt to attach the daggar and shield to, I spot a beautiful long bow and quiver leaning against the wall. There are forearm bands sitting with them, which I attach securely.
Keeping an eye on the bow and quiver I continue to search the shelf for a good belt. Finally I spot with a good enough loop to fit the dagger. The weight of the shield causes the belt to lean to the right a bit, but it feels comfortable. It feels good to have my hands free.
I glance around looking for something else. My eyes never leaving the shelves, though. Suddenly I spot it. I gently tug what looks like a pile of forest green cloth toward myself. The Cloak unfolds itself, something clanging to the floor. It's soft, and heavy. Not so heavy to be cumbersome, simply reassuring weight of a solid cloak. I clasp the silver clasp quickly, then look to the floor. Noticing a hand ornament of the same style as the clasp, I crouch down to pick it up. There is a pin that runs through it. I twist my hair at the back of my head and secure it with the clasp.
Feeling much more comfortable now that I was clothed and equipped, I pick up the bow and quiver to shoulder them. I turn around to examine the room better, feeling a little ashamed I hadn't done so before entering. The sight of the statues makes me jump back for a moment. Slowly, I ease back to stand next to the exit. My eyes flick over each statue nervously.
"Oh I hope these items are not dangerous."
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Eric the Grey
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