Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-24530992-20170129200945

There were various rooms around, some locked for whatever reason. There were a few open at the ends of a hallway, however.

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Stauntax walked upstairs, entering the bathroom. There was a pool of water along the opposite wall, and a mirror. He ignored the water for the moment, then stepping infront of the mirror, looking at his reflection. What stared back was a man, one who had looked much older than before. The whites surrounding his bright blue eyes were bloodshot, and beneath them were dark circles. There was blood and dirt strewn across his face, some stuck in his what was now a light beard that blanketed his jaw. His dark hair had also gotten longer, the ends now reaching the middle of his neck. The Breton shook his head, disappointed in his sorry shape.

He pulled his shirt off, shivering slightly as the cold air hit his bare back. The first thing he saw were the reddish-purple wounds spot in the middle of his abdomen. They certainly weren't a sight to behold, but they were beginning to completely heal, finally. His hand lightly grazed the wounds, causing him to wince slightly. They were still very tender, but he would be fine, assuming he didn't get stabbed again. He walked away from the mirror, then removing the rest of his clothes and stepping into the warm water, relaxing slightly as the water soothed his tense muscles.