Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17481441-20161210221654/@comment-24652012-20170311200639

The now human female Kazmazillah makes it to camp, she is greeted by some of the guards.

Guard 1: "Good grave, do you need help?"

Sot-*CLICK*'Sevii: "Yes, I need some place to stay, the world is so cold."

Guard 2: "Are you by chance a cast away? I have heard weeks of struggling to survive can bring one to such a status. Come, lets get you some cloths and a nice cooked meal."

Sot-*CLICK*'Sevii: "I hardly ever have my meat cooked, I have to wait for lightening to strike if I want to have fire."

Guard 3: "Weal it won't be like that anymore, your in good hands now."

They escort her to the ship, men look away to respect her modesty, much to her confusion, but she just goes with it to blend in with what ever customs she is about to come by.