Ashes had already begun drift down from the sky by the time they arrived in Ravenrock. A few other travelers had come to the inn to wait out the storm, and only one room was available. Up until then, Lendri and Teldryn had slept separately. He'll have to take his helmet off when he sleeps, Lendri thought. And if he doesn't--then that's got to be his real face.
They piled their things by the shelf. Teldryn moved toward the door. "I think I'll head to the baths downstairs," he said as he left.
Lendri removed his boots and stretched out on the bed, idly twisting the laces of his jerkin around his fingers. So if he bathes, he'll take off his armor. Then he actually is a Dunmer. Wonder how he looks under there. I could always ask him, but somehow it doesn't really seem like he'd be too keen to show me.
For the next several minutes Lendri imagined various stunning faces for his companion, before it occurred to him that now was a great time to do a little spying. He went downstairs to the baths, the stone floor growing damp beneath his bare feet as he grew closer, the air warm and full of steam. It was dim downstairs, and the noise of the crowded inn was distant. A few partitions had been set up, making small alcoves to provide the bathers with some privacy. Judging from the noise, only the last bath was occupied. Lendri crept toward it, and leaned around the edge of the partition.
Teldryn's back was facing him. It was disappointing, but on second thought, at least he hadn't been caught spying on someone in the bath. And it was even a nice back, strong and broad, and shiny with water, to say nothing of the arms. As for the face, from what he could see, Teldryn kept his head shaved on both sides, and the hair left in a mane along his scalp was dark, like most of his kind.
Lendri returned to the room, simultaneously disappointed and tantalized. He lay on the bed, staring at the curved ceiling, thinking about how to progress next. There was no good way he could think of to phrase the sentence 'Teldryn, I spied on you in the bath and now more than ever I want to see your face.' But if not that, then what? Some kind of sneak attack seemed to be the best plan. He tried to work out the details, but the room was warm, and the low hum of conversation filtered through the door from the bar. Even underground the distant steady drone of the wind was audible. It was making him drowsy.
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They piled their things by the shelf. Teldryn moved toward the door. "I think I'll head to the baths downstairs," he said as he left.
Lendri removed his boots and stretched out on the bed, idly twisting the laces of his jerkin around his fingers.
So if he bathes, he'll take off his armor. Then he actually is a Dunmer. Wonder how he looks under there. I could always ask him, but somehow it doesn't really seem like he'd be too keen to show me.
For the next several minutes Lendri imagined various stunning faces for his companion, before it occurred to him that now was a great time to do a little spying. He went downstairs to the baths, the stone floor growing damp beneath his bare feet as he grew closer, the air warm and full of steam. It was dim downstairs, and the noise of the crowded inn was distant. A few partitions had been set up, making small alcoves to provide the bathers with some privacy. Judging from the noise, only the last bath was occupied.
Lendri crept toward it, and leaned around the edge of the partition.
Teldryn's back was facing him. It was disappointing, but on second thought, at least he hadn't been caught spying on someone in the bath. And it was even a nice back, strong and broad, and shiny with water, to say nothing of the arms. As for the face, from what he could see, Teldryn kept his head shaved on both sides, and the hair left in a mane along his scalp was dark, like most of his kind.
Lendri returned to the room, simultaneously disappointed and tantalized. He lay on the bed, staring at the curved ceiling, thinking about how to progress next. There was no good way he could think of to phrase the sentence 'Teldryn, I spied on you in the bath and now more than ever I want to see your face.' But if not that, then what? Some kind of sneak attack seemed to be the best plan. He tried to work out the details, but the room was warm, and the low hum of conversation filtered through the door from the bar. Even underground the distant steady drone of the wind was audible. It was making him drowsy.