<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Sullen_succubus.jpeg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 304/304; <strong>AC:</strong> 40; <strong>Ini:</strong> +36<br/><strong>Spot/Listen:</strong> +35; <strong>Hide/Move Silently:</strong> +36<br/>Darkstalker, Mindsight 300 ft., Blindsight 30 ft.<br/></div></div></div>The large indoor bath that Torahime had created in the center of the castle through her connection to the Casket of Souls had been very carefully constructed to be as close in style as possible to the bath houses that she had once encountered in her time on the Material Plane.  One first entered through the dressing rooms, where the succubus had divested herself of her clothing and taken a towel to cover herself with as she headed on into the bath.  Her next stop had been one of a set of showers built into the wall next to the bath chamber's entrance, where soap and water washed away the dirt, dust and blood of her enemies that had built up during her long travel to the castle and the ensuing short battle that had followed.  It had been a strange concept when she first encountered it, the idea of cleaning oneself off before one began to bathe, but as she had grown accustomed to it, she had been able to pick up on some of the reasoning behind it.  For example-<br/><br/>"So, this is one of those 'onsen' things you told me about, huh?"  Of course, even in the bath, it seemed that Muramasa was one to keep talking, his projected image peering around the room and offering her a grin.  "Kinda reminds me of this little hot spring they had set up in the mountains near the monastery where I learned the Diamond Mind style.  It made for a nice place to rest up after a hard day's training.  Plus, I was able to get a pretty good fight out of it when some of the female students caught me peeking... though they did throw me out afterwards."<br/><br/>Selecting one of the smaller pools for herself, Torahime soon sank down into the pleasantly hot water, letting out a soft sigh as she felt the magically-rejuvenating spring water flowing over her skin.  Her towel was folded up at the water's edge nearby, within easy reached to cover herself with if she needed to make a sudden exit from the bath, and her swords lay atop it, also within easy reach if any sudden emergencies were to pop up.  Until then, she would simply enjoy the water, and spend some time meditating on the future.<br/><br/>"...I'm guessing you didn't just come her to lay around and soak up the water until you start to prune, right?  What's on your mind, Princess?"<br/><br/>"Grimjaw."<br/><br/>"Ah, Malcanthet's hired assassin, right?  Knowing you, you're probably less worried about him, and more excited for the chance to cross swords with him.  Of course, I doubt they call them Astral<em>Stalkers</em>because they like to face their opponents in honorable, straightforward combat, so..."<br/><br/>"We'll have to lure him out."<br/><br/>"Yep.  And that's going to mean being real careful about where you choose to fight him.  It'll have to be a place where he thinks he has the advantage, or he won't go for it... but if he actually does have the advantage, you'll be kinda screwed."<br/><br/>It was certainly a matter to give some careful thought...  Careful enough thought that she was still thinking it over when Galyxx's telepathic message came in, causing the succubus to rise from the bath.<br/><br/><em>I will be there shortly.</em><br/><br/>Fortunately, as with the throne room, the indoor bath was not barred from extradimensional travel, meaning that as soon as Torahime had dressed herself once more, she was able to<em>dimension door</em>back to her seat.  Her clothing, a rather adaptable magical vestment that could take the shape of any outfit she so desired, had changed to the form of a much lighter robe, though still with a distinctive tiger print, and her hair was still visibly damp, making it rather easy to tell just where she had been.<br/><br/>"Sorry we're late.  The Princess' hair took a little while to dry, and-Oh, hey, Ungrath, is it just my imagination, or have you lost weight?"<br/><br/>"Muramasa."  There was a slight warning tone to the succubus' voice, and the sword was quick to take the hint.<br/><br/>"Alright, I'll try to hold off on the jokes for now.  So, did we miss anything?"