As dusk began to settle in, we veered off the main path and ventured onto a nearly concealed trail winding through the woods. The men remained silent and alert, carefully maneuvering the palanquin that carried Elara and me inside. I had discreetly asked Elara to turn away while I changed into fresh underwear and pants, putting on a pad, slipping into my cozy blue pajama bottoms and a matching tank top, topped off with my snug black jacket. It might be lightweight, but it certainly kept the chill at bay. I pulled out the blanket and shared it with Elara who was in awe of it.
I shared some insights about my belongings with Elara, and she was genuinely fascinated by the tribe I hailed from. While she was impressed, it didn't entirely catch her off guard; after all, mer-beastkin are renowned for their creativity and quirky inventions. They trade some of their clever creations with the land beastkin, but they always keep the best treasures close to their hearts.
