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Linea Starboard
If Linea ever woke up slowly at some point, that habit was long since grounded out of her with training.
The window used wooden shutters instead of glass, but there were gaps between those and the curtain wasn't thick enough to filter the sunlight. The combination of light and rising hubbub roused the elf, which took several short seconds becaming alert enough to asses her surrounding. Soon the temporary dementia faded as she remembered her location, upon which she relaxed back.
No one to nag her this far away. Five more minutes couldn't hurt.
Just a tiny bit more than five minutes later, Linea finally sat up and stretched her muscles. The travel was long, on the previous day, and she was so tired that she crashed the moment she touched the bed. Fortunately, she had enough sense to very nicely ask - with a satchel of generous tip - the village handyman to fetch a rather large wooden tub to her room and fill it with water. Only now she started to feel the travel filth clinging onto her, which started to get itchier the more she thought about it.
Linea could, and had, stayed on days end without proper bath during her missions. Be that as may, uncomfortable things were uncomfortable.
Humming lightly, she first thoroughly checked the room for other people's presence and possible peepholes before covering most of the tub behind a wooden partitions. She hung her change of clothes on it and prepared her soap, then wasted not one more second staying in her grimy outfit.
Dipping a hand, the water was chilly as expected but that was no problem for her. Linea channeled her mana, her palm slowly brightening as the water around it roiled from the heat. Soon enough the temperature rose into lukewarm before getting hot, until it's finally perfect.
Slowly entering the tub, Linea exhaled a satisfied sigh as the warmth seeped into her skin. One of the small pleasures that made life worth living. She submerged until half of her face was hidden under water, idly gazing at her pale flesh distorted underneath. Somewhat glad that her aptitude over fire prevented her from getting tanlines.
Steam slowly filled the room as she started scrubbing, muttering some unkind words at persistent dirt and dried sweat. Those had the nasty habit of building up at the worst nook and crannies, getting increasingly uncomfortable overtime. Including the hair. Especially the hair. She really should've done so yesterday, in hindsight.
Finally, after she felt that every inch have been scrubbed and soaped clean, Linea stretched and leaned on the tub. The heat had dispersed so she reheated the water back to satisfactory level. Sighing happily again, she made sure her hair was out of the water as she tied it in a bun. Water droplet dripped down from it, trickling down before joining the slightly murky water barely hiding her chest from view. Washing off as she went out wouldn't be difficult, but it's an entirely different story if the dirt got stuck in the hair again.
The tub wasn't long enough for her to fully stretch her legs, so Linea raised it and rested her heels on the other end of it. Then she loosened her arms, laying them at the sides. The cool air brushing the exposed limbs made a comfortable contrast to the rest of her. Cracking a small smile, Linea felt that the experience wasn't bad for a village in the middle of nowhere.
She recognized that she probably shouldn't stay too long in the tub, but five more minutes couldn't hurt. Right?
Linea was totally out and dressed less than ten minutes later. She certainly did not reheat the water one more time, no.
She pocketed the money from Aven - not much, but every coin helps and she wouldn't refuse the goodwill - before heading to breakfast. There were pancakes for breakfast. Surprisingly good pancakes, too. Her evaluation of Laemmle went up a notch, though it was still in the negatives somewhere. The breakfast table had a man in... well-worn armor, a giant spider-person, a deer-person who sit far away and eat very quickly before disappearing, and a small girl eating next to an empty seat. Most were gorging on pancakes, aside from the last.
Linea would've find some topic to break the ice, but for the moment she would follow their example and clean up her plate as quickly as she politely could.
The spider-person seems large enough to eat an entire horse, after all.
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