Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180304043457

Eothred sits, his teeth chattering, when the pair comes around the corner and sees him. He jumps at being spotted, but calms considerably when he sees that it's Evyanne. He sighs, and begins to climb out of the trough.

"I apparently slept extremely well, because I remember absolutely nothing from last night." He sloshes out and stands, looking dejectedly at his soggy, frigid lower half. He doubles over slightly and begins squeezing the water from his clothes.

"...I suppose I'll stand by a fire for a bit before we leave. That is, by 'we' I mean I was told that I said you were coming with me, and I'm not one to break my word, no matter if I can't even remember it..."

Wringing out his tabard, he looks up and seems to see Odogaria for the first time. Despite his embarrassment, his mood seems to lift.

"And I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Wait...weren't you at the Mages' supply stands?  Helping at the Black Mage booths, right?"

He straightens up, having gotten the bulk of the water out of his tabard.