"There is a bath upstairs, it's been cleaned throughly and was been awaiting you.  I'm no savage and I still bathe, though it's becoming increasingly harder for me lately...I really need to rework the spell of reverse decay on myself."  He said absently as he began to flip through spell books to look for the needed regents to inact the spell.  He wasn't one for pleasantries and he wasn't used to guests; he half expected for Anoria to just come in search around and figure everything out for herself, but that wasn't how the world worked now was it?<br/><br/>He sucked in his lips for a moment and turned his back to her removing his mask and battle robes to reveal his forsaken body which would probably horrify any nature loving night elf.  His hair fell down in slight clumps the dark black that it used to be now showing green like the foilage of a tree and his skin now horribly discolored like a bruise with bits of bone showing in certain places.  It almost looked like a some cruel joke to see the walking body of decaying flesh dressed in such well kept clothes.<br/><br/>His torso wrapped in the blue silk of a button down and his legs kept warm by the black of some sort of slacks.  The tips of his toes were showing through his worn shoes which were now all completely bone.  It would appear that he spent some time in the ground or in the open before he stood once more.  His glowing yellow eyes did not address Anoria as he began scanning the spell book and he simply pointed to a set of stairs next to a window on the far right of the house.