The bathroom barely fit him, the walls pressed too close, and the air gave an unfamiliar chill that seeped into his skin.
Cold stones bit at his feet as he walked inside, their cobbled edges jabbed him with small, needling stings. A wooden tub sat against the far wall, its surface blackened, worn down by years of use.
The steam from the warm water that filled the tub brushed against his face, carrying the faint iron tang of well-water, sharp enough that he almost tasted it in his mouth.
Ruvian unbuttoned his linen shirt and let it slip from his fingers, crumpling in a lifeless heap beside the tub.
Then he stepped in, slow enough to avoid the water splashing.
The heat climbed around his body. For a while, he just sat there, elbows resting on the rim, listening to the faint creak of the wooden boards.
After that, he decided to inspect the system interface that he had received a few monts ago.
〔 Editorial Access: Interface 〕
◇ Na: Ruvian Castelor
◇ Titles: [Bearer of the Fable]
◇ Relevance Tier: [Stage I – Footnote of Fate]
◇ Plot Points: [000 PPs]
◇ Current Arc: [Arc 1 – The Prologue]
◇ Editorial Skills [!]
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