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[b][u]Drych Lake Spa - Reception[/u][/b]

When Penelope came hustling toward the Pride, Quentin hardly processed it at first. He would have been content to flop over in the dirt of the trail to the spa and awaken six hours later. However, that was not in the cards and the Guilders proceeded the last few yards to the relaxation establishment that was their destination.

Absolutely everything on the young man ached. He wondered if it was possible for it was possible for eyebrows to ache. If it was possible, Quentin was experiencing that, too. At least there was a reward for all that risk and the team was getting to use the spa [i]gratis[/i]. Nothing could beat that, in Quentin's eyes, and he rolled with it. When the Pride entered the spa, Quentin, like most of the others, was struck by how immaculate and fragrant it was. He rubbed his sore shoulder and groaned a little. Everyone else seemed so animated and energetic. The water mage smiled; there was something admirable to him about their vitality. Constant motion, just like water.

Jett, well, jetted almost immediately and Nani and her talking pigeon split too. Quentin was disappointed about that last part; he was actually a bit interested in talking to the bird. In any case, the other Pride members were already taking advantage of the services being offered. Stroking his chin, Quentin looked around, wondering where to start. Moira seemed to have her itinerary all planned out and Syed and Amy were going along for the ride. Trixie trundled off in a different direction. Quentin gave an audible, "Hm." On the one hand, he wanted to be where the party was, and there was no question that there was a great deal of appeal in a shower, a drink, and a hot spring. On the other hand, he had not yet acquainted himself fully with everyone else in the Pride, like Estelle and Aria. But hey, why make things hard? Alert to Aria's offer to the swordswoman, he strode over to Estelle and put on a bright smile.

"Sorry. I don't think we've been introduced yet. Crazy, considering we were just struggling against varrens together, right? Quentin T. Hobart, but my mates call me Q.T. Your name, Miss?"