Snippet #2065792

“You are heading the wrong way if you want to reach a town, though I doubt anyone would accept you considering your attire…” the man told her, smirking. Ha ha, yeah, you’re hilarious, Caitir thought sourly. She looked him over again skeptically when he told her he was a botanist –- he sure didn’t look like he was dressed for grubbing around in the woods, and he didn’t appear to have any collection containers or anything. Well, so be it. They were both holding something back; she supposed that was only fair. “Anyway, do you have a set of clothing, or are you content on staying naked in the forest where there are quite a bit of plants that can give you rashes and hives and all that fun stuff?” her eccentric companion continued. He adjusted in spectacles and slid a dagger that she hadn’t noticed before back into its sheath. The dagger’s presence was unsettling, but its sheathing was at least a little comforting. And if it came to that, she did still have her diving knife. Caitir somewhat reluctantly returned her attention to his question.
“Er… well. I do seem to have… misplaced my clothes. Um.” She looked hopefully at him. Was he offering to lend some to her? Some goddamn pants would sure as hell make this whole situation a lot easier to deal with.