<strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>The serving man tilted his head curiously as Savannah Moon asked for a bath. Of course he did, he had no idea what she was saying. He got the idea after a round of particularly embarrassing nude pantomime, though, and led her to what must have been a lavish bathing area for the Linowan people. The tub appeared to be a gigantic tree stump carefully hollowed out for sitting in, with a number of carved bone brushes on the side and bars of animal soap that gave the room a very clean scent. The possible slave said something in hushed Forest-Tongue and used his hand to indicate that she should... Stay? After that, he left the room and came back a few minutes later with a set of clean clothes similar to his own. After setting the cauldron of water they had handy to steaming heat, Savannah had a bath fit for a noble.<br/><br/><strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>The family matriarch was all too pleased to sit down with her guest and speak of their respective arts. "Too forward? Dear girl, you're our guest. For the next three days, you're as good as family. Now, how does that song go again?" After listening to the whole thing, she tried to repeat it, making a few mistakes and showing off her own practiced singing voice. The kindly woman then convinced Starfall to sing it again, with her host attempting to keep up. After a few runs through the entire song both separately and together, the two were singing in perfect harmony and a radiant smile adorned the older one's face. "Oh, that's delightful. So tell me, how much did Whispers-It was Whispers, right? How much did she tell you about our tradition of hospitality?"<br/><br/><strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>The man gave Kaguya a curious look at her request, but it was clear that she hadn't offended him in any way. "Hmm? Oh, yes, of course. I'll be by to collect your clothes later, then." Maybe it<em>was</em>normal for Linowans to be as uninhibited as Whispers. In any case, she was left alone to enjoy her bath until what must have been a couple of hours later, when she heard a polite knock beside the flap of hide that served as her door. It must have been the owner's son from earlier, come to collect the laundry.<br/><br/><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>As Whispers fetched drinks for herself and one of her hosts, the older man gave her a quizzical look that quickly turned mirthful. "Hey, who's the guest, here?" He likely would have preferred to serve them himself, as a proper host. Nonetheless, the seasoned instructor listened to the young exalt list her preferences when it comes to weaponry, saying nothing about the drink she offered his son and how close she now stood to him. Whispers' instincts proved to be correct, though, and the younger warrior was able to see her form much better as she stood close, which he took full advantage of whenever he thought the woman wasn't looking. Both were very impressed to hear of her battle with slavers. It's at this point that the son finally speaks up, his resolve steeled by those first few sips. "You faced shield wall tactics head-on? How?"