Sheryl's POV
We had been traveling across this hellhole they called Nordlands for weeks now. We've formed groups, and we've been running and fending for our lives ever since.
As days passed, our numbers quickly dwindled — from a dozen, only seven were left. A few died, but most broke out from the group because they weren't happy with the leadership and wanted to go on their own.
I didn't care much about it. Something else attracted my concern — it had been a long time ever since I had last taken a proper bath. My hair hadn't received the grace of a brush either. It was also so oily and sticky that my scalp was already telling me to shave my head.
If I had known that this would happen, I would have taken all my toiletries with me.
Staying at an inn and taking a bath there was not an option. We didn't have enough gil for an inn. Heck, we didn't even have enough money for food. Things here were another level of expensive!
