Tasaril hastened to pull the cloak and the remains of his - her - shirt together to cover her chest up. The shame! And in front of the pretty priest too. It was all the fault of those damned thugs! And the fault of the rain!<br/><br/>The young bard glared at the staring Sera. What a lecher! "I am not a woman, it's a curse!" Tasaril looked at the rest of the people present. "Could we now get out of this rain?"<br/><br/>