Conlan was extremely thankful for the fact that streams of water seemed to criss cross the forest. Hand scrubbing the dark spawn blood off his armor had worked alright, but getting it out of his clothes, that was another thing entirely.
He had to pull off most of his attire, and dunk it in a small bucket. Once he had gotten them mostly clean he'd stepped into the water for a quick rinse. Though it was spring, the days were growing colder the further south they went, and things like stripping and washing off in a stream weren't going to possible soon. Unfortunately for Con, he'd given away his spare clothes, so he had few options in terms of cleaning up. He also knew that he'd be covered in darkspawn blood a lot more as this trip went on.