You guys need bath. Tell villagers about wolf, then wash up, then short rest, ya?

"How about we wash up in the river on the way back to tell the villagers, then I can show them the cleaned wolf pelt as proof of our achievement without them running away from the smell?"

"That's a good idea. I'd rather not travel around with this smelly thing."

“To the reever!” Misha says, shoo’ing you all along.

"The smell could be worse, though I doubt the villagers would agree"  Kelric cleans off his weapons on his cloak before sheathing them  and sitting under a nearby tree waiting until the few that went into the cave come back

((I believe everyone is out of the cave))

Oni will follow the group to the river and try to get used to his new, stiffer armor.

"The smell could definitely be worse. I once slept inside a 4-day-old manticore carcass. That was worse. Some days I think i still have some part of it in my nostrils. Compared to that, this isn't so bad."

Oblivious to the looks of disgust on his party's faces, Grum continues, straight into the slow moving water by the river bank, and gently washes the Dire Wolf pelt.

(I was speaking of waiting for you to finish washing up)

While Oni washes up he will make sure to walk a good distance from the group and just lay under the water. He finds some smooth rocks and tries to get out any blood or dirt on his clothing. When he’s done he will walk towards Kelric and sit on the shaded side of the tree.

Jill will make sure to put some distance between her and the make members of the party when she bathes, since she doesn't want to give them a show. When she returns, she'll attune to her new axe.

Misha, who clearly had no shame, began stripping off the massive plates of her armor, laying them close where she could get to them. Unlocking the latches and the links, she eyed the water and it looked magnificent. Back home, running natural water was not common, and it looked inviting. 

Her under armor half shirt top and underwear were huggingly tight and sporty, and served as a swimming top, and stripped down to wearing nothing but those items. With a quick flip of her wrist, her headband came off and her hair was free - she went into the river and began to clean herself.

Getting out of the water after a while, she joined with the other girls, and sat down, the water on her tan skin and red hair sparkling from the sun.

When Grum is done washing the pelt, Oni will walk over to him and ask, ”are you gonna make a coat out of that? Not sure it’ll be fashionable but it’ll definitely keep you warm.”

Natasha, similar to Jill, had gone a distance down the river in the opposite direction to bathe as it gave the ranger an opportunity to be alone and think (it also saved her from ogling Misha's perfectly toned body), though most of her time was spent trying to clean her curls. They had been through hell and high water and deserved a good wash, even if it took up most of her time. After washing and wringing out her hair she would change back into her "new" gear and left her hair out to dry properly, deciding she would put them back into her usual Dutch braids later. She rejoined the others with a refreshed smile and gathered enough courage to settle down next to Misha.

"That was nice, I think! I hope we don't stink anymore," She gives a small laugh and takes a glance over at the paladin, her eyes lighting up at the thought of an idea. "Misha, can I braid your hair? You can tell us all stories about where you came from while I do it! I could even braid yours too, Jill!" She looks over to the group. "We can even tell each other stories too, we have a few more minutes to spare. It's a good way for us to, um, know each other better, yeah?"

"I am sorry, but I am going to have to decline your offer, mon cher. I do not typically wear my hear down, as that makes it liable to get caught in something or grabbed by someone in combat. In fact, me keeping my hair in a bun is the only reason why I have let it grow out to begin with instead of just cutting it when it gets to the neck."

“Of course, little Sunflower! Smell wonderful, come, sit by me, yes?” Misha said gladly. She adjusted her position to allow Tasha the room she needed to do so. “I tell story while you braid hair, yes? Then Jill turn, if she like.” 

Misha took off her headband and let her hair loose, letting you play and tie it as you see fit. While you work, she thinks of a story to tell you, and as your fingers work by the back of her neck, she gets obvious goosebumps and the little hairs on her arms stick impossibly erect. 

She tells you a story. (Incoming)

(You guys really don't need a DM. I've had to do zero work all campaign. :P)

((Jancjendn sorry!))

Natasha had started to get to work of braiding Misha's hair with a smile when Jill had given her a reply, pouting slightly. "I can do a reverse braid on you if you want to keep it up like that," She replies, finally deciding to do a French braid on the paladin (thanks Jill!). "I don't do 'em very often, but they're a fun challenge!"

"If you say so, I will accept." Jill undoes her hair and lets it down so that the ranger can get to work on it.

(OOC: Since Jill is attuning to her new axe during this rest, does she know what it can do now?)

"You're what I have to work with this time, eh? Could be worse. Mind you, it could also be better."

A voice resounds in Jill's head. It does not appear as if any of her companions have noticed it. 

Jill is curious about this new talking weapon. She is going to think of a few questions to try and see if she's not going mad. Can you read my thoughts? How are you doing this? Is speaking to my mind the only thing that you can do?