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[b][u]Drych Lake Spa - Hot Springs[/u][/b]

[i]SPLAT![/i] Quentin lost his concentration when Aria pitched a loofah at him. Here, he had been one step away from literally flushing out the peeping tom who had fled into the main building of the spa, and instead he was greeted with a loofah to the face. With his concentration broken, the water around him rained down into the steaming pool. Quentin tumbled in head over arse as well with a resounding splash. Even underwater, he could vaguely hear a shout.

"Hey! Quentin!" shouted Estelle from the other side of the partition. "What are you doing peeping on us too?!"

The water mage released a bubble of bafflement from his mouth. Last time he had checked, [i]she[/i] was the one who screamed, and his Guilder instincts had kicked in, modesty be damned. He slouched in mild dismay at the thought of his noble intent being misconstrued. To his surprise, Quentin found a pair of legs approaching him.

"Q.T? You alive?" asked Marcus. Quentin emerged from below, spraying water out of his nose. After rubbing some water away from his eyes, Quentin smiled up at the wind mage.

"Sure 'nuff," he assured Marcus. He [i]didn't[/i] say that part of the reason for that was the smug satisfaction of peeking in on the girls' side before he was knocked down into the water again.

"Hey, Marcus, question."

Marcus waited. Quentin hesitated. Sure, he could ask about what brought the Pride together or what rank all of them were, but in a quick sizing up, a completely different question trotted out of his mouth instead.

"You must be quite the ladies' man, huh? I bet they love the slender physique you got goin' on."