[center][h3]Valthyr[/h3][/center]

[sub]Location: The hot springs[/sub]
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Valthyr managed to catch the large cloak so haphazardly that the piece of fur almost ended up slamming into his face. Well it... smelled a little bit maybe, but not only was that a pretty far cry away from the noble's claims about how filthy it would be, but also any potential degree of disgust it could have ever hoped to invoke just had no space left in the druid's mind at the moment.

He was profoundly pissed off. What did this ignorant opposite of a bootlicker -- the latter was eager to make people like him, not hate him as much as humanly possible -- even think ? That anybody here would dare to try and fulfill the role he thought they all had to bear ? That they'd kneel in front of him, not kiss his feet because of their dirty lips, and apologise all day for their mere existence ?

Valthyr stepped over slowly towards the mountainous man named Ivor and spoke in a raher low tone. [color=yellow]"Apologies in advance. I originally came here because I wanted to talk to you about a small tree job for a new chair for Sya, but...[/color] He let go of a sigh that made his breast heave. [color=yellow]"I stumbled upon this Ayel guy yesterday already and it wasn't pleasant. Now I am going to teach him how to have a miserable day."[/color] The druid handed over the cloak, then started to stare down Ayel the best he could while also approaching. It was only the very edge of the pool that stopped him dead in his tracks.

[color=yellow]"Alright, self-proclaimed pinnacle of the world. Do you think that Aelios her very self created you or how to interpret your overflowing arrogance ? Well if so, than I'll happily throw whatever kind of silly prophecy there is around in the wind as Aelios just being ashamed of her wayward spawn is just so much better of an explanation for [i]anybody[/i] disappearing!"[/color]

Valthyr bent down to undo his organic shoes. The dense network of leaves and thin, flexible branches released its grip around his skin after a short, soft touch and he could wiggle his feet out of the few stubborn remainders easily. He had to resist the temptation to just launch them at Ayel's pampered face however.

[color=yellow]"More reasonable than that theory however is that you are just a [i]very[/i] exquisite Aurelian dipshit, but please don't take my mention of the kingdom's name as an offensive. You'd be just as much of a disgrace to Lunaris or an empire of maggots living on the moon."[/color]

Valthyr now removed the thin cord that served as a belt to hold his trousers in place.

[color=yellow]"I think I've already put up the thought yesterday, but are you sure that all that cream and perfume you obviously apply doesn't contain some poisonous ingredients ? Like something that does more subtle long-term damage ? Again that's just a more plausible explanation that imagining not one, but two parents who are at the absolute limit of incompentency."[/color]

Now all that was left was the thin shirt to almost rip off and dump onto the humble pile on the ground.

[color=yellow]"Feast upon my [i]peasant's[/i] skin in all its magnificence, my lord! Or are you gonna yell for the servant not only bringing a towel, but also a knife so you can finally put an end to your eyesight and not have to endure our sight anymore ? Think about the blessing just the slightest bit of your very purest, most noble blood would be in this pool for everybody less fortunate, more humble underling coming in! This would be [i]your[/i] temple!"[/color]

Valthyr cast a brief glance back at the others. He didn't even know all of their names yet let alone anything about their personalities, but given the barrage of insults that had been delivered at them he felt quite confident in his assumption that they would not stop him when he would try to get this proverbial elephant out of the room.

[color=yellow]"I'm sure there's a towel in your residence, Ayel. If you like, you can also run to your bestest friend and I will happily report what you have done here. In any case you will lift your fancy ass out of the water and disappear from this place."[/color]

The last few words already had a slightly different sound to them. Valthyr's lungs and overall breathing apparatus were already in the process of realignment as he now concentrated on turning into the wolf. The last thing he could say was a half gurgled [color=yellow]"You have half a minute to comply!"[/color]

It would be fun to watch the arrogant sloth run through town crying for servants that would never come. Not that he had any plans on leaving the hot springs as there were guards outside who could mistake the situation, but Valthyr counted on the fear of and the sheer amount of wet dog smell his alter ego would take on once he'd join Ayel in the water. Because... what was even a lot worse than dirty peasant skin ? Dirty peasant fur! Hadn't Ayel just demonstrated this by declining that cloak so thoroughly ? He'd hug the noble like a hugely oversized, happy pet wolf if needed. Maybe even lick him in a place that wasn't overburdened with wicked cream and shit ?