The man stroked his narrow salt and pepper beard thoughtfully. "That sounds exquisite. I recall hearing you'd taken a shine to Acenith, and I believe I know where to find her..."<br/><br/>Aria sat at the front room's desk to crack open the hefty tome (she found its unwieldiness somewhat ironic for a book meant to help one become more agile - then again, perhaps that was part of the training!) and commented on the conclusion of Kass's remote conversation with, "If they do move ti to the courtyard as you suggest, then whomever, erm, benefits from it bounty will likely be doing so with an audience! Perhaps that was part of your intent all along, knowing you, Kassina, heh heh...and since the fountain was broken when the impostor fell from the sky, I suppose they need a new centerpiece anyway! I bet I can rig up something clever for its protection too - like a hollow in its pedestal into which bells hang from the feet of the statue; it's so heavy they likely wouldn't jangle from the statue being 'serviced'  - and if they did it'd be muffled by being within the pedestal - but if it's lifted out..."<br/><br/>Within three minute, Acenith entered Rana's chambers wearing the typical sandals, cotton skirt, and web-necklace, and bearing several towels and a clay vial of olive oil. The gentleman followed her, half focused on her and half on some documents - inventory and accounting by the look of it, for temple supplies and sundries. The girl came up silently by Rana's bed with her head bowed, quite plainly receptive to perform in any way directed, while he sat back relaxedly upon a sitting cushion in a corner. The girl, seeing Kass spread out naked and ready, dripped olive oil the length of her spine and upon each buttock, then set away the vial to reach down with two free hands and begin a most reverent massage.