[Krem is eager to cover up, and thankfully it seems that his preferences have been at least remembered. There's a pair of undershorts for him, and he quickly slips into them, pulling a little face and cussing to himself, muttering in Tevene that if he has to wander around with his breasts unbound he's not going to be very pleased is the gist of it, with more obscineties laced through it.
Luckily, he sifts through the clothing and there's a stretchy undershirt. It takes him the better part of three minutes to get it on, but it's a godsend when he does- better than the shirts he sewed for himself back in Thedas.
Krem slips the rest of the clothes on, patting himself a bit and pulling a face. It wasn't armor, but...it would have to do.
And that's when he turns and spots someone.]
Ah...'ello. How long have ya been there?
[Maker's tits he really didn't want to have to go over all of this right now, not when he just got here.]
[Halls]
[And through the halls, comeone someone who carries himself completely like a soldier. He's just a little bit shorter than most of the other guys here, but that doesn't matter. He makes up for it.
He walks up behind someone, tapping them on the shoulder.]
Pardon, got any idea where one can find a drink around here?
Krem // Dragon Age
[Krem is eager to cover up, and thankfully it seems that his preferences have been at least remembered. There's a pair of undershorts for him, and he quickly slips into them, pulling a little face and cussing to himself, muttering in Tevene that if he has to wander around with his breasts unbound he's not going to be very pleased is the gist of it, with more obscineties laced through it.
Luckily, he sifts through the clothing and there's a stretchy undershirt. It takes him the better part of three minutes to get it on, but it's a godsend when he does- better than the shirts he sewed for himself back in Thedas.
Krem slips the rest of the clothes on, patting himself a bit and pulling a face. It wasn't armor, but...it would have to do.
And that's when he turns and spots someone.]
Ah...'ello. How long have ya been there?
[Maker's tits he really didn't want to have to go over all of this right now, not when he just got here.]
[Halls]
[And through the halls, comeone someone who carries himself completely like a soldier. He's just a little bit shorter than most of the other guys here, but that doesn't matter. He makes up for it.
He walks up behind someone, tapping them on the shoulder.]
Pardon, got any idea where one can find a drink around here?
[He could really go for one.]