Journey to the North (In Game)

[Kalnath]

Sir Alec leaned back against the barn strut with his arms folded as a lengthy silence seemed to descend on the room. All this talk of washing, and yet he wasn't surprised at all that they were suddenly reticent at the lack of privacy. Maybe they needed more of a push to get it over with.

"...If none of you steps up to volunteer, I'm pouring the bucket over one of the horses - and it doesn't matter to me which one."

 

[Autobass]

Hearing that statement Orestina fixed Sir Alec with a look that practically screamed 'don't you dare!'. "Why don't you volunteer yourself then, since you're so keen it be over and done with" she snarked with a hand on her hip.

 

[Kalnath]

The knight felt a small flicker of prideful satisfaction at Orestina’s outraged expression. There was just something amusing about seeing the girl set off like that.

(...Was "girl" the right word? Alec wasn't sure how old the half-elf was, exactly, but at his age he knew better than to ask.)

“If I felt like taking a wash, I’d just step back outside for a minute.” He sniped back, “I kind of assumed the whole point of putting a roof over our heads was to avoid getting soaked.”

 

[starelementpoke]

"I'll take it I'll take it. Figured I'd offer considering I might end up using most of it."

Taking the bucket Z'ar will slip back behind the haybales, sighing as he took a seat on a stool. It had been nothing but hard traveling for the past few days and while he was far from tired it felt good to get the weight off his feet. Stripping down he dipped a wrung out towel into the hot water and hissed as he brought it to his well built thigh, the heat sending waves of pleasure up his leg. It felt good to wash the grime off; the muddy rivulets of water trailing down to his feet and floor below. His top half was luckily free of the muck and dirt; letting streams of water trickle down his statuesque arms and torso just to warm up from the rain. All that was left was the crotch. Gingerly cupping his jewels he mused at just how... awkward the situation was. On the streets he was used to not having much privacy though this was something else entirely. At least there wasn't anyone looking to stab him in the back while he cleaned he thought, hand rubbing from base to tip as the water trickled onto his knee. He wish he had some soap to get proper clean but given everything it was best not to dally. Just a few minutes later he wiped down and slipped back into his robes, still damp but significantly more comfortable and clean before stepping back around with bucket in hand.

"Tried to not to use too much. Who's next?"