Lying on a divan with a thin sheet covering his body, Tichaona was breathing steadily as he recovered from his beating. The solution aided his healing and within 14hours, he was back to 100%. His husky hair, hairy forearms and toned physique looked hale and hearty. The disfigured body that came from the aftermath of the ȧssault was now fresh and ready to get back into the game. Tichaona's dirty bloody clothes were replaced with newer Quendalion clothes. The clothing was fine material, similar to silk.
The white shirt which extended to the midpoint of his thɨġhs was sleeveless and had labels in a language he wasn't familiar with. His pants were close to tight velvet black spandex. They left just enough room for his crotch to breath and didn't make his groin area feel uncomfortable. As he l
