<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/81/8d/b0/818db000c2a69f805cc7a2f502847a9c.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kinessa Uskwood</span></span></em><br/>Female Dhampir Rogue/Bard 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291897.msg14330769#msg14330769)<br/>HP: 15 | AC: 17 | Init: +4 | Status: Normal<br/>Location: Hux's Office -> Kitchen<br/>Tagging:  None | Open<br/><hr/><br/>When it was clear that the authority had been dealt with and the prisoners were all released, she began her silent, thorough search through the prison.  She ignored the cells, and instead made her way through the armory and offices, spending extra time hunting through Hux's office.  There was where she found the only possessions she had ever truly valued tucked into a hidey-hole with other valuable, and seemingly personal, items.  Ignoring the other things there, she gathered her beloved daggers and tailor-made armor into a sack, one in which she deposited a crossbow and bolts she'd lifted from the armory.<br/><br/>Carrying this bag, and a bar of soap Hux had left in a desk drawer, she walked silently through the prison to the kitchens, which were the most likely place she assumed one might find water fit for bathing in.  Not only that, but she was hungry and planned to eat her fill.  They might have been serving the prisoners swill, but she was willing to lay a bet that Hux and the guards ate better.<br/><br/>Once in the kitchen, she set her sack of loot aside and hunted out a bucket of clean water, not caring that it was cold.  She stripped out of the rags she'd been wearing for a year, tossing them into the cook fire with no small amount of satisfaction.  As she watched them burn, she released her silvery hair from its braid and slowly combed her fingers through the filthy clumps to begin untangling the knots.  The process was long and tedious, but she knew she would be grateful for the work she'd done once the locks were clean.  Finally, all the mats meticulously smoothed out, she crouched by the bucket and used the harsh lye soap to begin vigorously scrubbing the grime from her pale skin.<br/><br/>By the time she was done, the floor of the kitchen around her was soaked, the water in the bucket (which she had changed out thrice) was clouded, and she was cleaner than she had been in a year.  Feeling like a new woman, she padded naked to the pantry and rummaged through until she found a goodly chunk of hard cheese and a loaf of crusty bread.  Her damp hair lay in a shining sheath down to the small of her back and served as a curtain to hide her high, firm breasts as she took a seat on one of the kitchen counters.  She began to eat with relish, savoring the first good meal she'd had in a long while...and listened to the movements of the other prisoners around her.