<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f97Iv9D.jpg)</div>"Yes, sir" - Miriel now held herself politely and obediently, but with a careful eye towards Hodge and Mhurren. '<em>Take your coins</em>' - those were the first words that started to improve her mood - "Thank you". She lowered herself down on one knee for a few moments, to take the coins and collect her clothing, now hiding herself from Mhurren's insisting gaze behind the bundle in her hands. She left the staff leaned against a nearby table, listened and nodded. '<em>A rough place</em>' - she glanced around. She'll have to take care of herself indeed. And she will have to earn Albanus' respect. Everyone's respect. Hodge and Mhurren were ordered to respect her, but orders would only go so far.<br/><br/>Miriel cast a dark look towards the half-orc, as she was instructed to follow him. '<em>Clean up</em>' - she perked up her ears and eyes at the mention. Though going with Mhurren to clean up could mean... '<em>Bathhouse</em>' - the word drew out a small smile to her lips. Right now, bathhouse sounded divine. She'd get a costume too. She endured their snickering, ignoring it really, daydreaming about the bathhouse instead, and wearing her small smile.<br/><br/>Albanus implied she'll have to dance tonight. She was already tired, and she was starting to feel where Mhurren and Hodge grabbed at her. She might wear a bruise or two soon enough. But a long bath will help with fatigue a lot. A bath will help with everything, she imagined. And then she'll dance and show them how good she was. "I will not disappoint you, sir." - what was important now Albanus' approval. She would obey the man and be respectful. There would be no angering him. This whole agreement wasn't nowhere near perfect, but it gave her hope. But she would not forget how Albanus had Hodge and Mhurren hold her and treat her roughly. She'll need to thread carefully.<br/><br/>Dressing up, she was feeling Mhurren's eyes on her. Not wanting to turn her back on him, she showed the half-orc her side as she first secured her undergarments against both her shoulders, fixed her loose trousers that Hodge almost drew down from her waist, then slipped into the blouse, the leather west, decorative belt that was there only to show off her thin waist and not really to hold her trousers. She missed her jewelry, but it was gone with the rest of her things. Damn robbers and her bad luck. Last on her were the soft walking boots and her light cloak.<br/><br/>"I'm ready." - she threw another dark look towards Mhurren. She didn't like how the men were speaking between themselves in a language she couldn't understand. She would have to try and remember few words or phrases of what they were saying, then ask someone for a translation.