A girl from the gate.

"Well my name is Ghisk, do you have a name?"

She looked at him, shaking her head. She didn't know if she did or not, so she couldn't nod.

Ghisk nodded, "well do you need a place to stay?" He was excited she would be useful for stealing more money.

She looked around. She'd been walking around for who knew how long...whenever she was 'tired', she just found an alley to sleep in...or laid where she was when sleep came. She looked at him again. She didn't know whether to nod or shake her head...

Ghisk sighed, "dealing with you is getting harder and harder."

She looked at him. She could see that she was troubling the man, so she turned to walk away.

Ghisk stopped her, "well why not come stay with me we can work on getting you clothes and food and maybe basic speech down. You need speech to survive in the world."

She had been surviving before, hadn't she? She was still alive...she nodded slowly, unsure if that was the proper answer...

Ghisk nodded, "well follow me my name is Ghisk by the way."

She nodded. Ready to follow him. This was getting better than walking around all day...which was what she'd been doing.

Ghisk lead her to where he was staying, it was a one bedroom apartment. It was well kept despite how he looks.

She looked around. So this was a house?

Ghisk walked to the area he had set up for his clothes and he grabbed a shirt and pants. "Here you can wear these they are old and don't fit me anymore."

She looked at the clothes, then at him.

"You can change into them in the bathroom if you want."

She gave him a curious look, holding up a shirt.

"Do you know how to change your clothes?"

She looked at her own shirt, dropping the one she held. She tugged at it, accidentally ripping a section out. For her age, whatever that was, she was developed, though a bit on the petite side. A bit of her chest poked through the hole in the shirt, and she tugged at another section, trying to get it off.

Ghisk sighed and helped her not paying attention to her body.

When the shirt was off, she saw her bare chest for the first time. If she'd ever seen it before, she didn't remember. She grabbed the 'new' shirt, examining it. She eventually figured out how it went on, and it was a tad too large for her, covering her skirt. It was like a long dress for her.

Ghisk walked off into the kitchen, "lets get some food in you."

She nodded, her stomach grumbling at the mention of food. She held a hand to her stomach again, feeling the rumble.

Ghisk made some eggs simple and fast.

She walked into the kitchen, smelling the food.

Ghisk made a plate for her, "here you go."