He brought the flask up to his lips and drank down the rest of it. It would need refilled soon so that the process had a chance to complete by tomorrow, but in the dead zone even a deity’s gifts bore no fruit. Kuval stood and he looked over at him, slowly arching an eyebrow from how he put that: worth exploring. It was hard to tell with this one if he was being straightforward or if there was some hidden meaning. Worth exploring. The words stuck with him and for once he was too taken aback to say anything in response.

Instead he watched him quietly as he went to the wash room, shaking his head in answer: no he didn’t care. It should have hit him before now that he’d want to sleep there in the water. Not that he would have shared a sleeping space with him, much too intimate even in innocence, but still. So now was when he had to make his decision: rest and leave after a good few hours of sleep; or head out now and hopefully outrun the dead zone? That was hardly a choice. He moved from the bed and gathered up his things, placing all of them carefully and in a certain order into his pack. Now came the clothes.

He wrinkled his nose down at them, covered in blood and pleasure. They wouldn’t be comfortable and he longed for his home on the beach, but there would be some time before he was back. It would take a great deal of travel to get back to Canelux alone, much less Egjora. How long had it been since he’d gone there anyhow? On foot? If gates weren’t so draining to set up then he’d use them more often. Food for thought for another day.

He pulled his dirty clothes on and was comforted more by that than having been so clean. His hair was still annoying though, but that would take time, even he couldn’t deny that it was less itchy from the dryness of the air now that it was clean. When he was finished he pulled his pack onto his back, but his eyes went to the wash room where he knew Kuval was resting. After a few minutes of debating with himself, he decided to take up the quill and parchment left in the room for guests and wrote down a single word: Egjora.

Kuval wanted to explore, well this would definitely give him a great amount to discover should he make the travel to the small island. Let’s see how far this takes us… Temperance was smirking in his mind’s eye and he quirked an eyebrow at its challenge. So far the cards had never steered him wrong, but this time he was stubbornly trying to prove that damned pull wrong. Even now he still wasn’t sure which of them was which in the depiction.

He gripped the door handle and looked to the wash room one more time before pulling the door opened. If nothing else his wards would wear off in a day’s time even though he couldn’t properly remove them now with the dead zone floating about. As he walked down the steps of the inn he rested down the ending payment of his night’s stay on the counter. The keep nodded to him, her eyes lingering on the bite marks at his shoulders, similar, but not the same. And he smiled.