Looking-good Meal

Dairin quickly arrives behind a large rock a few hundred meters away from the camp. She hates traveling with only men, but that seems like the best way to get some easy money.

"It's a good thing no one followed me!" She yells in a hostile tone, fearing that one of her perverted teammates is peeking at her.

"..." There is no sound in that place other than the distant chatter of the other slavers around the campfire.

Dairin relaxes and then prepares to pull down her pants and relieve herself.

*Whoosh*

But then, along with a sudden breeze, a shadow appears in front of her, startling the poor woman.

"FUCK!?!?" She pulls a dagger from her belt and points it at the mysterious person in the shadows. "Who the hell are you???"

Klaus slowly walks towards Dairin, wearing only pants and boots; he took off his black mantle so that it wouldn't be damaged during the battle; he doesn't have many clothes that can protect him from the sunlight, so he has to protect that mantle.