25.Sep.13, 11:59 PM
O'wain managed to find his underpants and was just about to pull them on when a shirt smacked him in the face. Reflex allowed him to catch it before it fell onto the ledge. O'wain straightened and raised an eyebrow at Z'jan. Turning he looked over at V'riy and grinned.
"Not the best place to wake up but certainly not the worse, at least the company made all the bruises worth it," O'wain winked at Z'jan. "We are glad you came by, I wasn't looking forward to trying to climb down off this ledge wearing half my clothing, or none at all."
Pausing to pull on his underpants then his shirt, which freed his hands, O'wain scanned around for the rest of his clothing. A sock was tossed his way but he couldn't see more than one boot. It seemed both he and Z'jan lost a boot and both their trousers. At least his wherhide riding jacket was still on the ledge. He draped it over his shoulder. Underpants and no wherhide trousers, riding a dragon was sure to chafe. All that good wherhide gone, unless he found them at the bottom of the cliff once on the ground.
"It seems we did a bit of cloth tossing while our dragons took our minds," O'wain shrugs and turned towards V'riy. "Would you be opposed to helping us get down off this ledge so we can hopefully recover the rest of our clothing at the base? After that, a lift back to our huts would be greatly appreciated."
"Not the best place to wake up but certainly not the worse, at least the company made all the bruises worth it," O'wain winked at Z'jan. "We are glad you came by, I wasn't looking forward to trying to climb down off this ledge wearing half my clothing, or none at all."
Pausing to pull on his underpants then his shirt, which freed his hands, O'wain scanned around for the rest of his clothing. A sock was tossed his way but he couldn't see more than one boot. It seemed both he and Z'jan lost a boot and both their trousers. At least his wherhide riding jacket was still on the ledge. He draped it over his shoulder. Underpants and no wherhide trousers, riding a dragon was sure to chafe. All that good wherhide gone, unless he found them at the bottom of the cliff once on the ground.
"It seems we did a bit of cloth tossing while our dragons took our minds," O'wain shrugs and turned towards V'riy. "Would you be opposed to helping us get down off this ledge so we can hopefully recover the rest of our clothing at the base? After that, a lift back to our huts would be greatly appreciated."