This isn't my usual stop...
Ratchet wanders into the dressing room, looking a little worse for the wear. Not only is he soaking wet, water dripping from the seams in his armor and pooling on the floor around his feet, but he's got dozens of bite marks on him. Looks like several small somethings decided to gnaw on his legs in particular.
"This...is neither the Wayfarer nor the place with the sign. Huh." Taking off his scarf, he wrings the blue cloth in his hands to get the excess water out. "Might as well have a look around as long as I'm here..."
"This...is neither the Wayfarer nor the place with the sign. Huh." Taking off his scarf, he wrings the blue cloth in his hands to get the excess water out. "Might as well have a look around as long as I'm here..."