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         "Tired cannae even describe it," Delida replied. "Del's right," Brett continued, "What with the rough night and hard ground-" "And food, or maybe the lack of it, don't forget that," Delida interrupted, "And the food," Brett acquiesced, "A little bit of rest and relaxation is a welcome concept," He said. "Especially the food. Bark is not a diet suited for a dwarf," She added. A low rumbling sound came from the dwarf, revealing the roots of her recent fondness for mentioning food. Brett chuckled politely, realizing the dwarf was hungry. He too was peckish, but perhaps not near as much as the dwarf. She hardly ate any of the tree bark the night before.

Then like that, the procession marched under a new leader, Gierlinniel. Brett found himself near the elf, while Delida ended up in front of Dessana after she took up the rear. Neither dwarf nor human paid this detail any mind, more or less working out Dessana's oddities and habits. Delida was too occupied meeting the eyes and glaring at the elves who had the misfortune of making eye contact while Brett himself was busy taking in the magnificent sights and sounds of Elfingrove, no doubt composing many songs and stories about the place. There was a good chance that a certain story detailed his and his companion's grand journey into the heart of the grove to become one of the first humans to ever set foot in the elven homeland. He would be famous! If he survived the rest of the trek.

"Oh- That is definitely not elven made," Delida said, scurrying past her friends and Gierlinniel, towards the stone bath house. This was as close as giddy as the dwarf was bound to come to, seeing a faint memory of her homeland and ancestors in such an out of the way place such as Elfingrove. "Nay, definitely not elvish... Dwarfish.." Delida said rubbing the face of the building. "The hells would they be doin' here? So far away from Shakere..." She said, casting out a gaze towards the forest behind. Looking back she began to examine the carvings and craftsmanship. "Magnificent workmanship and grain. Fine stone cuttin'... This is marvelous, doesn't rival Clan Stonecrest's, but still... Clan Stormhearth maybe? They have been known to wander..." She said, letting her hand slide across the cool stone as she made her way inside the bath house with the rest of her companions. "Dwarven craft can be found all over Tane, right? Shouldn't be surprising to find it here, either," Brett said to the dwarf. "The elves tend to enjoy beauty as well, and what's more beautiful than an elegantly crafted building?" Brett asked. Delida nodded her head, still taking in the appearance of the bathhouse

Inside, she found herself intrigued by the glowing plants and vines. They had a similar type of fungus in the depths of Shakere, that helped to light up the dark corridors. Looking at the bathhouse, Delida found herself more comfortable than she had ever been in the forests. She felt a tinge of familiarity with elves her, thinking that maybe, just maybe they weren't so different.

The sudden rise of steam brought Delida and Brett out of their own musings and to the matter at hand. Bathing. Hearing the metalling clattering of Dessana's armor indicated that she should be over there likewise. Before heading off, Delida pointed at the men, "Iffin' I catch either of ya peakin', I'll skin yer hide, am I clear?" Delida threatened both Jesset and Brett. Jhani was spared for obvious reasons. With that, Delida too vanished into the curtain of fog, leaving Brett momentarily stunned. "Mental note. Do no go over there. Do not even face that way," Brett said.

Delida's pile of belongings measured about the same as her companions. The shortsword, the hactchet, and the crossbow and complimenting bolts all on top of her fur-lined and gold accented armor. Before diving into the bath head first, Delida looking... Worried? "How.. Deep is it?" She asked, not meeting the eyes of either ladies and concentrating on the water, "You see... I can't swim. Sink like a stone I will if it's too deep. Be a humiliatin' end for me, yeah? Manage to survive everythin' this world threw at me just to drown in a bath," She said, making her way to what she perceived as the shallow end, slowly dipping her toes in.

At the other end of the bathhouse however, unsurprisingly Brett was the first one into the bath, already submerged up to his chin. The bard wasn't shy in the least, having been in his share of communal baths. It was either that, or smell for the rest of the week. He took whatever he could get. Brett made his way to the edge and laid back, resting allowing the waters to do their work. "Why don't you fellows join me? The water is magnificent... And plus, maybe you can help me weave our story into one that will be told in taverns and inns all across Tane, yeah?"