Notice Me Elf-Pai!

Nag looks down. Her upper body, arms, and lower legs are covered in small cuts and scrapes. Nothing too serious, but still.

The sarong hangs low on Nag's hips, to the point where she can see a few of her pubic hairs sticking out. She silently hopes that Sag has a change of clothes for her when she gets back. It would be embarrassing having to ride home like this.

Status: Slightly hurt, feeling exposed.
Apparel: Makeshift sarong, leather boots.
Inventory: Orcish axe.