Iona sat in the warm bath water trying not to wince as it stung every cut and scratch on her skin. Soap first, and then luxury beyond belief, oils and a warm drying cloth. It was even clean bath water, well it had been when she stepped into it. Now, flakes of mud and leaf-mulch floated on the surface. She yawned and reached for the ball of soap. She was still fighting to get her head around the scenes she had witnessed earlier that day. She had asked Pringle if he wanted to go and pray, but he had just smiled at her and said he could pray later. The way he had said it made her blush, she still felt slightly ashamed of herself for the way she turned into a simpering wench when Pringle showed her kindness or smiled at her with those miraculous eyes. Instead of the temple or the Adventurers G
