Puynjab began his humming again which gave way to off tone singing as he shampooed his hair which was cut short. He stood with his head away from the shower as he did this, letting the warm water cascade down his back. It felt luxuriously warm to him, though he wondered if he would prefer a warm shower to a bit of mud in the hot sun. He'd have to visit a spa of some sort to find out sometime, he though. His mind wandered all sorts of places from there.