Mei joined Daersen at the trough, and followed his example. The water was murky, but it did the job as she rubbed muck from her hands and legs. Her face, fortunately, was clean; the scarf had saved her, and she took it off so she could dry herself with the clean parts.
Looking over at the man, she cocked her head. "Worried about criminals here? It should be fine! I haven't had any problems at this place, but if you go near the tavern a few streets over--yeah, I wouldn't do that! That's where I had my trouble."
She looked at her scarf, grimaced, and dropped it to the ground, slyly covering it with some hay. No way that thing was salvageable. No way anything she was wearing was salvageable!
"Alright, then! Let's go! Hopefully we stink a little less!"