A quiver

Nyssa made a beeline for the rock Sara had mentioned, and pushed it aside to look underneath. She felt a surge of relief when she spotted the familiar black of her League outfit.

That relief quickly faded, however, when she kept pushing the rock and didn't see much else. Tentatively, Nyssa reached in, as if more of her outfit was going to burst out of nowhere. Instead she grasped the narrow quiver that she normally strapped over her back. And just to top it off there weren't even arrows inside it.

Nyssa lifted it up and stared. It was mostly cuboidal, though it was slightly wider at the top, with a narrow strap to go over her shoulder. It was a far cry from her clothes.

On instinct, Nyssa slipped it on, the strap falling over her shoulder and between her breasts, and the black of the quiver resting comfortably against her back. It didn't make her feel any less exposed.

This wasn't what she'd wanted when Sara had promised her clothes had been left her.

Nyssa turned back around, knowing she had once again to return, heading past the campsite, and it wasn't like she was any more decent this time. She fidgeted unconsciously with the quiver, pulling it in front of herself but couldn't adjust the angle enough to cover both her breasts. She hugged it a little tighter, unable to shake off nerves.

Where on earth was the rest of her outfit?