Orion's attempts at exploring the estate's grounds didn't amount to much. He had eyes on him wherever he went, and decided after a few minutes outside of their 'quarters' that he would stick with his companions. Orion stepped in to see Filenia having disappeared. Annika was in meditation, and he gave a curious glance at Ragnar who shrugged his burly shoulders, the Vuldrok going back to picking his teeth in peace. The thief, Christopher, looked out at the villa's gardens, seemingly lost in thought. Orion decided Filenia's whereabouts were none of his business, and he strode within again, stripping off his armor and placing it beside the door of the bathing area.

"What are you doing?" Ragnar asked. 

"Getting clean." 

"Pfah! You're soft folk." He derided as Orion stepped in and closed the door, ignoring the brute.  

Orion had not relaxed within a hot shower in months, and the grime and tension of hard fought battles washed away from his muscled body, the hair treatment scented of lavender. He didn't really consider appearance or cleanliness as something nearly as important as impeccable character, and he wasn't a stranger of a lack of hygiene. But Knights were trained in courtly etiquette as well as combat, and he would make a good impression. Hands running through his veritable mane, he marveled at how long his hair had gotten ever since he left the Baron's service and teamed up with Annika. 

Stepping out, he dried off with the towel and slid on his trousers, buckling them up and and clearing his throat as he thought of where they still needed to go to. They needed a ship and a few weeks and they would be at Nowhere. Maybe even in a matter of days in the right shipping lane. Tonight, he was just looking for some rest and food. Orion exited the restroom, unclad from the waist up, his hair still wetted lightly. 

"Can you help me with my armor?" Orion asked, clearly referring to Annika despite Ragnar getting up. One look at the Vuldrok's caked fingers had Orion glaring. 

"Not you." 
[@Penny]