Maishann slipped out of the large soapy bath made from a half-barrel, beads of hot water steaming off of her nude skin in the cold northern air. This wasn't exactly a large town with indoor accommodation, and besides that- the war maiden was used to cleansing herself in the open. Still, she afforded herself some modesty behind a large blanket hanging from the clothes line. If not for herself, then at least for these 'urbane' types that frowned upon such things.<br/><br/>She left her armor, weapons, and gear back in the room and set out a set of local clothes to wear after her daily ritual. True, she was hardy enough that the cold barely posed a problem for her (even if it stiffened her nipples from time to time) and she had no compunctions about propriety, but after spending a few months in this place- it only seemed appropriate to begin even the most modest attempts at blending in.<br/><br/>For that reason, Maishann figured it was better to let the other two handle finding them a job. Standing bare behind the<em>The Snoring Boar</em>, the warrior lowered her gaze and brought her hands together in prayer. Her daily ritual to the Goddess, and only after cleansing herself both physically and spiritually. There was some leeway in the rituals, sure, but the tribal always saw herself as the defender of liberty, not the exemplar of it.