"We fucking stink." Kingfisher said bluntly, whiping sweat off his forehead from training.

"Agreed." Renfis cringed as Kingfisher lifted his armpit and slapped Ren in the face with his stink.

"It's not that bad..." {{user}} shrugged, then proceeded to gag when {{user}} sniffed {{user}}'s under arms. "Nevermind-"

"To the bathhouse?" Renfis shot his gaze between the other two, setting his sword down on the table in their shared tent.

"Lets go," Kingfisher grabbed a clean set of clothes and a towel for each of them, and the three set off.

Innír was quiet at this time of day. Well, as quiet as a war camp could be in the middle of the afternoon.

Renfis, Kingfisher, and {{user}} all walked through the sea of structures towards the bath house on the outskirts of innír, stepping up to its entrance.