Thread: Badfool/Blinkk

If Tirnel had been in any other position, there was a chance he might have tried to speak to this woman. But since he was held against his will, there wasn't a chance in hell that sort of thing would happen. If by choice, he would have wanted to learn as much as he could from her. But he wasn't about to waste time getting to know someone, or even speaking to them for very long when he wasn't sure where he would be the next day or if he would even be alive. For all he knew, he was being prepared to see the royal male only to be killed by his own hand during the night. But either way, he want along with what they had asked. His fingerless gloved hand dipped into the water, cupping some before lifting it from the water, letting it all run from his hand, eyes watching it. The tub beside him was far larger than what he was used to using inside of a home. Typically, he did nothing more than take a bar of soap and going down to the waterfall-made lake to bathe. If he had to stay in town, there was one tub they all used in turn. But that was only used during the rare times when no one was allowed to leave their city. As soon as he smelt the familiar scent, his attention snapped back to Nona. His eyes studied her as she began to wave at him, making some sort of motion to his clothing. He narrowed his eyes, attempting to figure it out before glancing towards the guard then back. He tipped his head, his hair shifting with the movement before smiling, something mischievous coming across in his look. He didn't waste long though. He slid his hands to the belt at his waist and removed it, dropping it to the ground seconds before he unbuttoned and removed the long jacket he had on his upper body. It too fell and the elf glanced towards the guard across the room. His eyes slid back to Nona, where he held them for just a second. The last thing he wanted was someone coming in to check on them, so he made quick work of the shirt and the second belt on his pants. He rested at the edge of the tub to remove his boots and slide the pants off his legs before slipping back into the tub, submersing his head and chest for a second or two before shifting to give the rest of his body a chance in the water. With a light push back to the surface, he sat up, wiping the water from his pale features. His body had been scared from years of fighting in his city, several side gashes sitting vibrantly across his chest. Compared to his typical colouring, the scars were a dark blue colour, making them stand out more than he might wish. On his back was when the real painful winces came. Despite his entry into the water, the open wounds on his back were still hurting him, even more now that he had gotten warm water into them. But Tirnel fought a wince of pain as he sat back against the wall of the bathing tub, eyes travelling from one bottle to the other, his grey hand travelling up to one of the two choker pendants around his neck. The two were both tied with leather, one strip thicker than the other. The inch thick strap of a light tan hide held a bright yellow stone, possibly a variety of Citrine, with a deep orange burst of colour deep inside, wrapped just tight enough around his neck to stay close without choking him. The other was a thinner piece, about a half an inch which wrapped around his neck two times, was made of a much darker, almost black leather, holding a deep purple amethyst gem, dotted with hints of blue and white, at just about the same level as the other. The elf let his hand slide from his neck and back into the water, closing his eyes as he lowered himself under the surface again, working himself into a slight state of relaxation. Compared to what he had just been living in, this was heaven. He actually silently thanked whoever the damn royal was for forcing his guards to take him to the the bathhouse. Tirnel forced himself back to the surface, removing the strip of cloth from his hair to rest on the side of the bath before finding Nona again. Where is... His words fell silent as he pursed his lips and sat forward, glancing at what was around him again. They used handmade soaps in their city... he only hoped they used something that was near the same here. But he glanced back to Nona for her next bit of advice as to the routines the humans followed.