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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leads Sinric into the suite of rooms, and straight into the bathroom.

"Would you like plain water, or something in it?"

Either way, it's probably going to sting.

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"Clean water might be best."

Sinric sits the jars down and starts to shed the heavy cloak. Beneath he wears simple linen pants and a sleeveless tunic clearly not his own and made for a man larger than Sinric.

He sheds the shirt with effort, his shoulders protesting greatly. His back is crossed with the angry red lines of a whip; his throat, back and breasts mottled with bruises, his nipples raw with abuse.