I suppose. [so long as that lady stops being the ceiling!
he removes his boots and belts (sword gets propped somewhere out of the way), slipping out of the trousers--
well, peeling; it's wet cloth off stone, after all.
for his dignity's sake, his tunic is long enough to cover if he just thinks about this perhaps being an unconventional bathhouse changing room full of beets and potatoes while he does as Emery suggests, toweling up before pulling the rest of his clothes off.]
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he removes his boots and belts (sword gets propped somewhere out of the way), slipping out of the trousers--
well, peeling; it's wet cloth off stone, after all.
for his dignity's sake, his tunic is long enough to cover if he just thinks about this perhaps being an unconventional bathhouse changing room full of beets and potatoes while he does as Emery suggests, toweling up before pulling the rest of his clothes off.]