It was the next morning when Sabeline stood there inspecting the dress she’d been garbed in with a wary eye. It was a simple garment, cheaply made and deep brown in colour, with some white linen lining the chest area. She’d blend in with the folk of any village Nivres deigned to drop her in, but by the goddess was this thing prickly. She’d never felt the urge to scratch so much in her life. Eve her poor armour, abandoned in a neat careful pile was not this comfortable.
“Are you ready?” Nivres came lumbering out from a separate cavern, one again in his natural form.
“Yes,” She answered, dropping the hem of the dress from her fingertips.
The dragon nodded and moved forward, stepping down another tunnel branching off from the main room. Flicking his tail, he motioned for Sabeline t
