He scrubbed and cleaned, scrubbed and cleaned, scrubbed and cleaned himself free of the accumulated dirt and grime that had built up on him from the trail and battle.  It always felt good to get it all off, even if he didn't really pay much mind to it when it was there.<br/><br/>He'd be drying himself around the time he heard the movement of his armored guards outside his door; that meant Zalania was finished with her down time and awaiting him. A few minutes would pass as he got dressed up again, his clothing of choice being the simple, rough, utilitarian traveling garb he often preferred, as well as his armor, which, though taking him a while, was donned without any sort of aid, as one might typically require.<br/><br/>Of course, he made sure to pack some more expensive clothing; the kind of stuff that royalty was supposed to wear, with its rich, vibrant colors, and expensive materials, and teeny tiny bits of precious metal and gems.<br/><br/>He made sure the sheathe of his sword was well attached to the belt around his hip, and that his cloak was securely fastened by a silver pin, before moving towards the doors of his room. He opens them up, stepping out, his usual blank, statuesque look on his face. He smiles, a rare thing for him, very thinly, and only for a single moment, at his bodyguard. "We should be moving out shortly." He said as he shut the door.<br/><br/>"I imagine Lenally will be pretty glum the entire trip. We might need to cheer her up with some stories of the battle."