<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/XER72c2.jpg?1)</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>cat dress (https://i.imgur.com/8Qi91yN.jpg)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP- 20/20    Flow- 1   XP- 4/8<br/><hr/><br/>Sparrow was absolutely wowed when he entered the ornate bathroom, having never seen such luxury before...well, at least not since the<em>other</em>marvels this house had put on display. He had to remind himself that he wasn't here to sight see, and was in fact on a mission, so he didn't both sampling any of the fancy soaps and wares on display.<br/><br/>He took a quick tinkle, just to keep up the facade that this was just a regular bathroom trip. And it was then that he heard the bit of commotion from the vents. What was going on back there? He curious, even a bit concerned, but in the end all it had been was a shattered glass and some talk of "boons", which given the groups willingness to embrace the strange charms and magics of the Anus so far they no doubt were quite happy to accept them. If it was anything too bad he'd hear the sounds of a fight right? And even if they did get into a fight they vastly outnumbered the spellcaster and had two magic users of their own, three if you counted Mei's shape shifting, so they should be more than capable of holding their own.<br/><br/>Putting that matter aside for a moment the boy swiftly washed his hands before making his way back outside, "ah, thank you very much for the accommodations" the boy cooed, fixing the ghostly butler with a friendly smile. Though before she could lead them back to the dinning room the boy's head perked up, acting as if a thought had spontaneously come to him, "oh yes, I almost forgot to mention, the food you've prepared for us was absolutely amazing. You can imagine how splendid it was after being stuck with traveling rations for so long. If you'd be so kind would you escort me to the kitchen? I'd like to personally thank the cooks on behalf of my friends..." the boy asked, figuring that it must have been one or all of the cooks who sent the help messages. He wasn't quite sure what was going on in this place, or if this butler lady was in on it, but he figured if he just played innocent for a little bit he could at least get the gist of were the kitchen was without any trouble.