[ Worse than a ninja, Sion Astal is a troll in the guise of something lovely, the long fall of his hair (and it is outrageous, to be sure, the locks of white just shy of the backs of his knees!) forming a shroud about him as he considers the other man, lofting a brow high as he speaks: ]
So a slow acclimation to the temperature is key. [ Shifting to sit upon the bank of rocks, he follows the other man's lead, slowly lowering his legs into the water with the lightest of sighs. ] You've my thanks, room 106.
[ His neighbor, that's how they are almost-acquainted, isn't that right? ]
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So a slow acclimation to the temperature is key. [ Shifting to sit upon the bank of rocks, he follows the other man's lead, slowly lowering his legs into the water with the lightest of sighs. ] You've my thanks, room 106.
[ His neighbor, that's how they are almost-acquainted, isn't that right? ]