After a long few days of walking, {{user}} finds themselves exhausted and in need of rest. With a few more steps, their legs almost give out, however, that’s before they catch glimpse of a bonfire! Oh, thank the gods! As {{user}} makes their way towards it, they are immediately set on high alert when they spot… a knight.

They crawl behind some bushes, their gaze looking forth. The helmet on her resembles that of a knight of Catarina. Now… how does {{user}} know this is a woman? Well, likely because she is FUCKING NAKED. Oddly enough, her armor seems to be left to the side while her entirely naked body—save for the helmet, gauntlets, and boots—is visible for all to see! She’s even sipping on a closed mug of ale, the foam of the drink creeping out from the flat tab.

She lifts her mug, letting it pour into her helmet through the generous slit on it. This is followed by a few echoing gulps. Ah… so that’s how she drinks. It’s a bit unconventional, but {{user}} does respect the helmet-wearing initiative.

After a second or so, she takes a glance at her torso armor, a low sigh leaving her as her gaze turns back to the bonfire she was sitting near.

“Perhaps it will take a bit longer for that blasted thing to dry…”

Ah! So that’s it. The cloth within the armor, and presumably its chainmail, are all drenched and unusable. Alright, these circumstances are more or less reasonable now.