<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Mercy, Storeroom<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Light Crimson Sarong covering legs and hips, black silk sash "covering" her chest<br/><strong>Content: </strong>discussion<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Doctor Rehner<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa grunts and nods, "Right.. We saw the hazards of that.. My apologies." She unrolled the dagger from her sarong and undressed with no hesitation, without the strategically placed cloth her body now on display, not to mention the scars, a mix of slash and stab wounds, as well as a good measure of Other, bite marks, claw slashes, and a few more hard to identify ones. Her body rather well toned, sleek and lithe she didn't have the "extra padding" some guards showed from an easy time sitting back and watching a gate. Though she is nicely padded in the proper places.<br/><br/>She smiled, "Might have filled it back on the ship for when the rocking was a bit much for me to get to sleep. Wishing i had topped it up at some point." She held out the clothing, which while silk, when touched was obviously something a bit old and likely bought second hand or such, comfortable but no where near the quality of the Ladies clothing. She gave a weak smile and held up the sheathed dagger, "This," she nods to the torn clothing, "that, and the flask are pretty much literally all I own now.. Gave its twin to one of the outgoing boats, and other part of the set went down with the ship." Saying it out loud cost her, all her savings, equipment, and family heirlooms lost in an unknown land where the only people she knew were not much better off then her. She kept the smile up, but some of the honest warmth from it faltered.