Waking up in the tree

The singing of birds wakes you as it would seem you made it through the night. The sun warms your skin as you admire the view from your tree. A man on a horse passes by on the road near your tree, unaware of your presence. Now in the early morning sun you get a better look at Crag Glen. Conveniently you see a young girl hanging a collection of clothes out to dry.

Lookin’ like that might be my only option fer clothes. Can’t really think of anythin’ else so it looks like I’m gonna have to steal if I want them.