Siderius lay down inside the wooden bathtub. The hot and aromatic water filled the room.
"Ah. I haven't had a good bath for a while." Siderius muttered.
The hunter had been wandering on the road for a few weeks. He didn't have that much time to take care of his personal hygiene.
The Arist had welcomed him into their humble estate and treated him like a king. After all, Siderius did rescue their 'princess'.
But that noble, Ruben, seemed to look at him differently. Siderius noticed some cunning lurking between those eyes. All politicians had that kind of look. It made Siderius wonder what Ruben was planning to do.
"He is probably suspecting of what happened. Everything sounds too much of a coincidence."
A lady escaped her own territory for adventure and was captured by 'bandits'. Then Siderius appeared just in time to save her. Everything aligned too nicely together.
"There is someone pulling the strings here. I did see the strand of fate pulling at her back in the woods..."
