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[b][u]Cuttersbury – Drych Lake Spa[/b][/u]

Lute had planned to spend the aftermath of the battle begging for Estelle’s forgiveness, but Penelope’s appearance (and her subsequent manhandling) pretty much cut that plan short. He did express his displeasure the trip to the spa though, pouting like a child and kicking innocent pebbles off the path in order to annoy his captor. Unfortunately, the Stevenson lady had an iron grip and didn’t let go until they were in the spa’s interior, and by then Lute was far too amazed with his surroundings to remember that he should be irritated. “Ooooh, is that honey I smell? I’m closer to home than I think!” The virtuoso had the gall to laugh up until his bleeding nose graced the smooth floor with a few drops of scarlet. When that happened, it was all about trying to wrest the cleaning rag from the attendants while simultaneously apologizing for the mess. In other words, typical Lute.

He stayed in and listened as Penelope explained the workings of the spa. Delilah desperately wanted to have her hair styled- [i]‘It’s so darn stubborn sometimes!’[/i]- and Lute had to repeatedly remind her that she was, well, [i]intangible[/i] and the stylist would have a hard time fixing air. Anyway, he really wanted to tag along with the ones who were heading for the hot springs, but… Hmm. “I’ll come along with you two… er, three. I’ve never gotten a massage before. Is it as terrible as it sounds?” The virtuoso moved closer to the remaining Guilders- Estelle and Aria- as Quentin introduced himself to the swordswoman.

“By the way, Estelle. Thanks for earlier, and I’m really sorry about that. It’s twice you’ve gotten your shoulder skewered because of me now,” Lute laughed weakly as he removed his handkerchief from under his nose. The bleeding had stopped. “Anyway, let’s get a move on? I seriously feel like… Ugh. Ew,” The virtuoso shuddered and goosebumps broke out all over his skin before he walked off towards the general direction of the baths.