You take a right leaving Mirth’s room. You stay to the shadows, narrowly evading groups of peasant desperately looking for you. Eventually, you manage to make it out of the castle, the warm blaze of the burning edifice replaced by the chilling cold of the night. With out clothes, or supplies you wont survive. You look to the upset, shivering Mirth, nipples visibly pointing out from her thin bra. You think, how to keep warm?
