<div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/8bbb/th/pre/i/2017/017/2/2/gideon_jura_face_study_by_artofryanyee-davro7o.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darwishi</span></span><br/>Shabti Fighter(Gloomblade)/Medium (Reanimated Medium) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1669483)<br/>24 HP | AC 11 | Initiative +1| Status: Fatigued,<br/>Currently Channeling: Champion<br/>Location: Kitchen<br/>Tagging: Kinessa, Ratty, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Darwishi chuckles as she chatters, taking a bowl, and taking off his shirt before cutting a piece from it and cleaning it, before using it, and the soap he’d stolen, to wash himself, standing up and letting the water drip to the floor as he scrubbed fiercely at the dirt, revealing his natural, reddish-brown skin, like clay. He chuckles as Kinessa chatters on, saying “leave some of the food for the rest of us. We’ll want to retreat from the army for now.” He takes off his trousers, not bothered by the others in the room as he continued to wash himself with the soap and rag, then uses the bowl to rinse himself off, cleaning his hair as well before tossing his old clothes into an oven and burning them.<br/><br/>Darwishi uses the coat of his pilfered uniform to dry himself, before getting dressed and putting on his belt. “Gods, I never realized how much I missed being clean. Now then,” he grabs a loaf of bread and tears off a piece, “It’s time to make up for years of malnutrition. I’m hungry to eat... well, anything edible, really.” Darwishi laughs a bit, seeming more at ease now that he was bathed, dressed, and eating. “Mmmph, fuck, this tastes amazing after five years of that swill.”