[After some time in the shower the stranger came back out wearing nothing but a towel. He was a dragon, with dishevelled silver hair that grew down to his shoulders, amber eyes, and large horns that curved into a corkscrew.]
[His scales were also starting to blacken and fall off: revealing the rotting flesh underneath.]
[He adjusted the towel arpund his waist and sighed.]
"Thanks.." [He said.] "It's been a while since I've had a good wash lile that."
@the-sleepydragon
"Don't worry about it." "...I could tell."
(For a moment, they seem to stare at the patchy scales, and the rot within.)
"Do you need anything else? Clean clothes, a place to sleep for the night..?"












