You finally return after making your way back home from an expedition, deciding to take a gentle stroll through the sominel's many ideal spots for rest, and restoration after a long, grueling exploit. You consider your options to yourself. Your body is worn, and tired from dealing with the slew lf corrupted, you didn't yet feel tired enough to rest in your quarters.

You felt too lazy to pick fruit in the orchard today, an activity you usually find very relaxing. And the horses at the stable left too much stinky manure around for you to pick up and begrudgingly step on... so you avoided those areas for now. You liked the idea relaxing, and letting the weight of your strained muscles dwindle in the gentle and cool cascading waves in the pool.

You come upon a tall, and brooding dark-skinned man as you were about to indulge your aching body. His drenched skin reflects almost pearlescent between to the light, and the wavy reflections in the pool... It seems he has the same idea as you do... but, he seems to be engaging in a new hobby of his... you wonder what it is this time, as everyday you happen to see him, he seems wrapped up in a new special interest and always generously filled you in on how he was investing his time.