<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gpvyvh1.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sparrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585650#msg13585650)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Group 1<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>nothing<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP- 20/20    Flow- 1   XP- 4/8<br/><hr/><br/>At the end of his last swing Sparrow touched down before the mansion as light and graceful as a cat, though as he straightened himself up the ghostly servant suddenly poofed into existence in front of him, "Gah!" the startled boy exclaimed, taking a frightened hop back on one foot, recoiling in a rather silly looking pose, at least silly to those amongst them who had no fear of the ethereal. For the poor boy however it was a natural reaction to such spooks, the boy's experience with the undead prior to now being relegated mainly to frightening stories whispered among the other pupils at his monastery.<br/><br/>Left wary by the butler's teleporting antics, the young monk hung back from the entrance until all of his companions had caught back up, not about to be the brave soul who took the first step inside. That could be reserved for Maya, as she seemed to regard herself as their leader anyways, might as well make it their "fearless leader" while she was at it. Though despite the spooky preamble the mansion itself was quite breath taking inside, it's architecture completely unlike anything from his homeland, though even he could tell that this probably wasn't normal construction even by foreign standards. And while the groaning and creaking of the strange "wind" washing against the mansion was a bit unsettling, the fact that their reality wasn't currently crashing down around them was plenty assurance of the security the estate provided.<br/><br/>At the mention of showers and freshening up the boy's head perked up, a small smile playing at his lips, "that sounds lovely! It's been far too long since I've had a proper bath...and this place has a way of making you feel...dirty..." the boy mused, trying very hard not to stare at his companions when he said<em>dirty</em>, the prior night's filthy acts suddenly coming to mind. Shaking his head he quickly skipped off towards the closet area, his cautiousness seemingly fading away quite quickly, and unlike the others who might find themselves hung up over the decision to disarm, Sparrow obviously had no such concerns. All he had to surrender was a simple shortbow, one he barely used for anything but hunting as it was, his real weapons would remain with him no matter what, lest the butler try to ask him to<em>literally</em>disarm himself.<br/><br/>From there it was a short trip to the advertised shower room, a luxury so foreign to the shalakan that he was immediately taken aback, not even recognizing what he was looking at. There was no actual "bath" that he could make out, nor a water basin with which to clean oneself, instead the walls were lined with odd metal contraptions, including little knobs and levers. Raising a brow the boy casually slipped off his ghostly outfit, having barely even worn it before he again found himself starkly naked, though at least this time it was on his own terms. And with cat-like curiosity Sparrow made his way to the wall mounted contraption, looking deeply into the brass tubes that were so polished he saw himself reflected in them, curiously pawing at the knobs until eventually he ended up turning one and all at once a cascade of cold water dowsed him from above, "Gah! what is this strange thing!?It's spraying me all over! heheh how delightful!" Sparrow's voice echoed out to his other companions from the shower room, obviously far more suggestive than he intended.