"I was told to seek Denala of Western Breland Boarding," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You says.
Assuming the inn has such a basin available, he removes his pouches and gear belts, hanging them to dry. Once standing in the tub, he brings forth a fairly strong solution of acetic acid and bathes his shell. Using a bit of rag he scrubs any remaining road dirt or detritus from the nooks and crannies. Once clean, he re-arms himself and takes up a place near the fire.
Satinder closes his eyes and sighs again at Watches-Shadow-Behind-You's place of boarding.
"Of course you were."
He nods to the Sherriff, then turns back to Garrick and Watches-Shadow-Behind-You.
"If you don't mind, could we have our pre-dinner meeting at my rooms at the White Deer? After, I can show . . . You . . . where he's staying."
Daxur waves away the offer of food, "Miss Kendra has engaged us to dinner later this evening, hence the importance of these baths, so to eliminate the 'stink' of travel." he says, smirking in Khravos' direction.
"Lead the way, good man." he commands the servant, and hops down from the stool to follow.
Once in the bath house/room, he groans at the luxurious feeling of the hot water. He crosses his arm on the lip of his tub and watches as #3 goes about his own kind of ablutions.
He calls out to his friend, "Why acetic acid all the time, my friend. Why not something stronger?"
Bits of light shoot from Engineer's joints and eye lenses as he cleans up and converses. The vinegar he manifests lasts only a short time, before evaporating into thin wisps of ectoplasm.
Once satisfied at his cleanliness, he stands by the fire and allows it to thoroughly dry his massive frame.
"Did you have a suggestion, keeping in mind the organic nature requirement and desire for mild acidic pH, Friend Daxur?"
This tribe builds impressively large huts. Watches-Shadow-Behind-You thinks to himself. I wonder how they would pack it up if the tribe had to move?
In the custom of his people, Watches-Shadow-Behind-You, his staff resting in his arm, spreads his empty palms towards Garridan and bows his head slightly.
"Peace be upon us all," the grandfatherly halfling says, "I am Watches-Shadow-Behind-You. What is your name?"
Daxur waves his hand at #3's question, sending suds and small bubble flying through the air, "No suggestion at all, Three. You seem to have your ablutions well in hand!"
The goblin then commences his own cleaning ritual, leaving no part of his small hairy body untouched by soap and cloth.
Finally, leaning back in the rapidly cooling water, he sighs in contentment, commenting to the others through the scrims, "I do hope dear Kendra has a right feast prepared for us, a bath always serves to whet my appetite."
He nods at Satinder and Garrick. "Welcome home, Satinder. You brought the rain with you, I see."
Satinder glances down at the wet mess on the floor, then gives Garridan an apologetic smile.
"Well, I have to do my part to keep you busy. My guests and I need hot baths drawn quickly, and our clothes dried as much as possible before we go out again. Can that be arranged?"
Engineer, smelling like salad freshly dressed and tossed with the tables silverware, stands by the entrance and addresses the Lieutenant.
A splash and commotion can be heard from behind Daxur's screen, then the screen itself is flung aside as Daxur hurries out, only a towel clutched about his thin hips.
"What's this about an alteration? What falsehoods have been told about us? We haven't the time for all this foolishness! We have a dinner to attend at Miss Kendra's." Daxur says all in a rush, visibly agitated.
He stands there , one hand holding up his towel the other gesticulating furiously, "Well, Lieutenant....explain yourself."
Khravos begins stretching and stepping through his kata while waiting for the officer to respond.
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You would rather wash in a river or lake, but he accepts that these indoor ponds are the custom here. He places the food and all of his items by the tub, except for his clothing which he hangs neatly on the nearest hook. He gets into the water and tries to identify the fruit and cheese.
Garrick likewise takes his food in the room, eating lightly from it, just enough to sate his hunger. He quickly bathes, almost as a matter of necessity rather than desire, before quickly putting his clothes and armor back on.
Daxur nods furiously, mollified by the Lieutenant's placating manner, "Indeed, as Khravos says, attacked most cowardly by my more lowly cousins. Though there was one specimen that stood out, their leader, a three-armed goblin, no less! " Daxur exlaims, then snaps his finger as if remembering something, "Yes, I remember! This three -armed goblin took something from Ven, though the man for some reason denies that the theft had taken place. Now , why would he do that, Lieutenant?"
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You eats some of the grapes. He is not sure he wants to trust the cheese--he heard it is made with mold--but he nibbles on it out of experimentation.
He then picks up the object from the ship and examines it intently.
"So, let us pool our knowledge here and have a singular statement of events, so as to assuage doubt as far as what happened. I know what went on in the docks, but I am unsure what happened inside the ship..."
Satinder rolls his eyes and gestures to Watches-Shadow-Behind-You.
"Ask him. I'm still not sure what we were doing, other than being present for a spectacular explosion."
** spoiler omitted **
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You is leaning on his staff by the fireplace as he looks at the flames dance. He imagines he hears his wife's voice calling to him from the fire. . .
He pushes the memory aside. It will not do to live in the past. The present is the time to mend the cloth of the future.
"Is now the time we are to speak to the Chief of your tribe?" He asks without turning around.
"Not just yet. We've got nearly two hours before we meet with the Mayor, and we need to get our stories straight before we separate to get ready."