Subject The cleansing

Harp watches in wonder as they move through the forest. He was used to cities and never thought that you could live in the wild this way. Why, it was like a small city.

Hearing Salix's instructions to get cleaned up, Harp snaps to it. He was used to having to get prepped in short order. He strips off his armor and gear, puts them where shown, and gets down to the business of getting cleaned up. He had had little opportunity to do so over the last 2 weeks, and it felt good to get the dirt and dust of the road off, if even for a little while. After washing, Harp gets out of the spring, dries off, and dons the robe that had been supplied. He felt kind of awkward wearing this - he had not worn anything like it since he had first entered the Order four years ago. Well, he was in a place of power for Salix's god now, and he would have to trust that his friend would not lead him astray.

Cleaned up and clothed, Harp looks at Salix and gives a nod that he is ready to go.

Subject Cleansing

If anyone else wants to write something before the party meets the council go ahead. I have to go to an open house at my oldest school and that will be from 7-9 or so. I will get a turn out tonight but it will be late.

Subject Cleansing

Surin can't help looking around curiously at all the sights of the encampment, peeling his eyes to spot the hidden dwellings and lookout points. Once he got over seeing them the first time, he found their presence oddly reassuring, like he was safe for the moment. This place would be a nightmare to attack, Surin figured, with the defenses up so high, and barely able to see at that. The thought gets him thinking about the logistics of the place, and he didn't snap out of it until he realized nearly everyone else was all ready and waiting by the pool. He practically jumps out of the pool and into his halfling-sized white robe, looking apologetic and trying to fix his wet hair with his hands.