After hearing a call of your last name, you'd turned and were met with a very ticked-off Miss Grimshaw storming towards you.

"Look at yourself!" She tsked, waving a hand in the direction of your... well, everything. "Absolutely filthy. Have you heard of a bath? I will not be having someone in such a state in my camp."

Without warning, the matriarch snatched your forearm and dragged you towards the barrel of water you knew fine well you would be having your face dunked into. Well, shit.