Aldeus awoke with a yawn and a strech. With his own quarters occupied he'd spent the night in the room he'd set up for his chocobo. Among his many useful skills, Lysander made an outstanding bed and he'd slept wonderfully. Sunlight shone in from outside and he could see it was a beautiful day. The previous evening had been quite the coup. With three new sets of hands to help out, he would finally be able to set himself to the business of rebuilding the order. Though still unsure of his decision to take on the role of Templar, what was the worst that could happen?
With three new applicants to the order, Aldeus decided it was important to be presentable and put on a better show of things than he had been, and the foundation of confidence was presentability. He crossed the courtyard without running into anyone and made it to the men's bathing room. Along the wall were a series of stone tubs each elevated off the ground to allow a fire to be lit beneath them. There wasn't any wood to light a fire, but a cold bath was better than nothing. He started running the bath water and stripped off his clothes that now smelled strongly of chocobo. When the bath was fully drawn he turned off the faucet and got in. The water was cold, but refreshing. Like going for a swim in a very small lake. He scrubbed himself clean from head to toe, which for an Elezen was a more daunting task than most, then drained the tub while drying. He cleaned under his nails and filed them. Then trimmed his hair and shaved.
With a towel around his waist he poked his head out the door. No one in sight. Perfect. He suddenly realized that if Eadmund was still in his bedroom, he wouldn't be able to get dressed. He felt it was unseemly for a knight to show so much bare flesh to anyone they weren't courting, so he took all the towels he could and wrapped his entire body. To the casual observer he would seem quite mad, but this was the price of honor.
With three new applicants to the order, Aldeus decided it was important to be presentable and put on a better show of things than he had been, and the foundation of confidence was presentability. He crossed the courtyard without running into anyone and made it to the men's bathing room. Along the wall were a series of stone tubs each elevated off the ground to allow a fire to be lit beneath them. There wasn't any wood to light a fire, but a cold bath was better than nothing. He started running the bath water and stripped off his clothes that now smelled strongly of chocobo. When the bath was fully drawn he turned off the faucet and got in. The water was cold, but refreshing. Like going for a swim in a very small lake. He scrubbed himself clean from head to toe, which for an Elezen was a more daunting task than most, then drained the tub while drying. He cleaned under his nails and filed them. Then trimmed his hair and shaved.
With a towel around his waist he poked his head out the door. No one in sight. Perfect. He suddenly realized that if Eadmund was still in his bedroom, he wouldn't be able to get dressed. He felt it was unseemly for a knight to show so much bare flesh to anyone they weren't courting, so he took all the towels he could and wrapped his entire body. To the casual observer he would seem quite mad, but this was the price of honor.
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