Victor wasn’t paying attention to Abia as she opened the room and presented it. His mind was elsewhere as he focused on his reason for being there. For the most part the night had gone well, accomplishing much of what he had intended on his first night. He heard the door latch behind him,  not hearing Abia’s parting comment.<br/><br/>Letting out a sigh of weariness and relief he loosened his cloak and dropped it to the floor. The clothing he wore beneath was simple and fitting of a woodsman more than anything. Leather breeches and high boots, with a homespun shirt the color of the forest covering his frame;  A frame that was hunched over with his shoulders collapsed towards his chest. With a groan Victor stood to his full height, stretching his arms wide to release the tension his chest had been under as he had cowered underneath his cloak. At the same time it seemed as if a spell drifted away, his features returning to a normal that not many eyes were privy to.<br/><br/>He was broad and thick muscled, evidence of a life of labor.  His skin toned by the weather, while his short hair and thick beard had been bleached by the sun to a dirty blonde.  His eyes still held the color of the sea, while his lips curled into a mischievous smile.<br/><br/>Victor pulled off the rest of his clothes, leaving them on the floor and slipped into the tub. He noticed the water was only lukewarm, but was a vast improvement to the ice cold creek from a few days prior.  His head slipped beneath the water, leaving only his face bobbing at the surface to draw breath.