Quintus didn’t mind the suggestion of some tea in the slightest, he was cold and wet, something hot to drink would warm him up nicely. He smiles at the Abbess. “I can’t think of a better idea right now, thank you.”<br/><br/>He follows her into the other room and stands near the fire trying to dry his clothes, turning around occasionally. “Ahh that feels good.” he mumbles contentedly.<br/>