by Danar Swift on Thu Nov 29, 2012 1:42 pm
Dranar was hoping for some time alone. And he hoped the baths would give him that time. From what he could see it was open and empty. The cool still waters and the steam rising up from it. He slipped the glove on his right hand off, revealing his scale clad hand. He then pulled off his shirt, showing the scales going all the way up his arm and shoulder. But giving way to skin. He laid his journal ontop of the shirt, and removed his pants and underwear. He raised his hands above his head, stretching. Standing naked in the open.