Collab post: Allard and Blight

	Garrett quite enjoyed the time he had fighting Allard, he just wished it continued, and he knew many others in the room wished the same thing. Nevertheless, he broke a sweat. He waved a hand to Allard as he recovered his sword, it was time to continue his duty at guiding people to the guest rooms like a good servant and knight. However, Garrett felt deserving of using the lush baths that the guests were provided. It was the closest, and nicest place to wash himself- He led himself to one of the bathing areas, it didn't matter which, he undressed himself, leaving his armor in the foyer of the bath before taking a nice dip to clean himself for the day and wash himself off from the light exercise he did. 

	Allard thanked the king for accepting him and followed blight to the guest rooms. He had never seen anything like it before. Just as the rest of the castle the rooms were extravagantly decorated from top to bottom, and for the first time since he had been gone from home, there was a bath that was big enough that he could actually climb in the water. He didn't pass up the chance. Using a public bath was nothing new to him in his days in the arena, though he did have some modesty now that he was out and wore a large black loincloth that covered down to his mid thigh. He had a bit of chest hair, and a multitude of scars from years of combat in the arenas, including a large one in the center of his body. He brought with him a towel and a small canvas pouch the he took out of the storage pocket on his pants, and his two blades, sheathed of coarse and never leaving his side. He got in the water at the other side away from blight, and sat down, relaxing in the water even though it only came up to his abs. He set the towel on the ridge behind him on top of his blades and relaxed against the wall of the bath. He took a pipe from the pouch as well as some tobacco and prepped it, lighting it shortly after. after a few puffs to get it started, he leaned back, resting his arms at the top of the bath walls and sighed in contentment. [color=9ACD32]"A man could get used ta a place like this."[/color] he said with his eyes closed. He looked back over to blight, [color=9ACD32]"So what's yur name? I doubt its really something as diminutive as 'Blight'. Seems like somthin' them royals would craft as they try ta find somthin' ta look down their noses at ya for."[/color]

	Garrett stared at the man at a reasonable distance away from himself in the bath, the focus made him look at himself for a moment in comparison, muscular and scarred, something to talk about, however, his own scars were from hunting large beasts rather than fighting them in the arena, and his beasts didn't talk much. Either way, he stared at the other scarred man; washing himself off with the floral scented waters of the heated bath. Smoking was pointless in Garrett's eyes, it gave away his positions when he was out in the forests. He cupped a large amount of water within his hands and decided it was no better time than now to wash his hair, pouring it over his head and horns, letting the water do its moist magic. [color=A0410D]"When I wasn't coined the Blighted Knight, I was called by my true given name. It's really nice one in my eyes. I'm Sir Garrett Everard of Onyx. It does not matter what you call me, I do not mind any of the names given to me. Blight is fine, or Garrett."[/color] He shut his eyes, leaning into the waters to relax for the day. 

	[color=9ACD32]"Adelhard Baldewin,"[/color] he said stating his name in reply. [color=9ACD32]"Though you can call me Allard."[/color] He thought for a moment, looking around not seeing anyone else, though he thought he heard some talking in the room next to him. [color=9ACD32]"So, what are these others with us like? Or have ya not known 'em long enough ta say?"[/color]

	Blight sat and thought, all he did was hear their requests, see what they looked like, and stopped one for their citizenship. Not much to go off of. He sat a little more, and kept sitting. [color=A0410D]"It's a rough bunch. Likely a lot of whims to invests oneself in. A volatile team, that can either do the job or crumble under it's own momentum. Very risky. A good gamble."[/color]

	[color=9ACD32]"Ah, well, as long as it ain't a bunch of up tight fops like tha ones they had on display in there, should be right as rain I think."[/color] he replied with a couple more puffs on his pipe and a grin. It was shortly after that that a girl seemed to poke her head through the door as a look of surprise hit her. She quickly shut the door with an apology and Allard could here the door lock shortly after. Allard let out a hearty laugh at her reaction. [color=9ACD32]"Yes,"[/color] he said going back to his pipe still chuckling a bit, [color=9ACD32]"It should be an interestin' endeavor indeed."[/color]