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Patience. His vast patience was running thin. Almost as thin as his waistline. That corset was indeed doing wonders for his figure. 

But where in the world was the somewhat useful blonde servant girl? Surely Aelios wouldn't have left him unaided, unless… she had planned for this. The goddess had wanted him to step out and come to the realization that he would not need to yell for them. They would come to him as Aelios had clearly decided. He felt flustered. How had he missed that part? He shook his head softly turning around and pushed against the door.

It wasn't moving. [color=f49ac2][i]'What peasantry is this?!'[/i][/color] His noble eyes narrowed. Another test hurled his way? The nobleman raised his head and gaze to the top of the door. That had to be it. 

The nobleman reached for the handle and pulled. The door opened. 

[color=f49ac2][i]'Ah!'[/i][/color] He mentally proclaimed his victory. You were supposed to pull. Of course. It all made sense now. He was pulling the door handle, and Aelios was pulling him in turn. He felt a sense of accomplishment for his puzzle solving skills, surely those dimwitted dirty mountain apes would have taken years to figure out how to open the door. They were after all dumber than dogs. That's why he had always prefered cats. Every noble worth his vault in gold would have at least one cat to bring to the contests. Of course he still had his horse, which had won several medals, even if the medals really belonged to the nobleman himself. It was after all because of the strict diet, training and etiquette that his horse had performed as well as it did.

Then again, much like himself, his horse came from a refined line. Albeit a hoove bearing one. The nobleman walked back into the private bath area, looking at the peacock warning parchment in his hand.

[color=f49ac2][i]'What a dumb warning. Could it be to keep the idiotic thickheaded louts away from here? Perhaps they have some unreasonable fear for majectic avians.' [/i][/color]He tossed the parchment to the side casually and then he stepped on something.

A feather clad thing? Was it a dead bird? He reached out with his bare foot and gave it a poke, looking down at it. That was no bird. It was a hat. It did remind him of his own, just in a far worse condition. Probably some jealous second rate noble was trying to impersonate him. He chuckled to himself. They would need all the luck in the world with that. There was alot to impersonate, and none could do it as flawlessly nor with the same grace as the original. He gave the feathery hat a kick to the side, sending it off to the other end of the bath area. Then he lifted his gaze, setting sight on what looked like a the massacre of a bird.. and then.

The nobleman took a moment to allow his noble braincells to connect in their own pace.

It was his attire. No. It were his attire. What remained of it. Some abominationable snowman was holding unto it!

[color=f49ac2][b]"Ahh? …ahh....Aaaaahhhhh!  What do you think you are doing?! YOU WALKING HAIRBRUSH! YOU LEFTOVER BEEF JERKY SHOWING UP UNINVITED!"[/b][/color] He screamed at the top of his lungs as the realization stuck him, he had been attacked in his absence. Someone had forgotten their pet mammoth at the bath. That damn beast tamer. It had to be. He took another breath before unleashing his second barrage.

[color=f49ac2][b]"Shoo! Go back to your cave! You constipated walrus! I've seen more charismatic rocks! Clearly evolution got bored with you and decided to skip work the day you were made! Your face is a crime scene!"[/b][/color] Ayel spit wildly as he seethed, pointing an accusing finger at Ivor, forgetting that he was standing there in all his undressed glory. [color=f49ac2][b]"If only ugliness were a weapon then perhaps you could have been useful! What have you to say for yourself APE?!"[/b][/color] The nobleman grinded his teeth against each other, his face was growing red enough to steam the water from his face.

[@Beard Dad]