Millitana sets her bow and quiver against the wall, then tugs her backpack off, setting it next to bow.  She then fumbles with her belt, fingers pulling at the belt, her fingers so cold from the rain that she gets lit loose, settling it and her swords aside.  She looks to her companions, her eyes widening as she sees first the noble Lady Riskmonte, and then Lily undress right there in the in Inn!<br/><br/>Still in her wet, dripping clothes as the two leave for the bath, Milli is looking at her clothes, then shrugs, and starts to remove her own clothing.  Letting it fall into a wet squishy pile, as she stands there a moment to think her options over.  Deciding against the bath, it seemed that there was a crowd there with Natashah and Lily there already, and the roaring fire looked like it would be fine.  Standing there, wiping her black hair from her face, she starts over to the fireplace, muscles legs carrying her towards the warmth.  Skin pale, a small birthmark in her right thigh.  A small scar marked her lower left wrist.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she settles onto a bench, getting a blanket to wrap herself up in as she shiver from the outdside cold.