“You have no idea,” Aurelia laughed.

T hey took him to a tiny stone structure jutting out the eastern side of the tower. Harruq had to duck to get inside. The two girls stayed outside, the smiles on their faces only increasing his worry.

“What is so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Aurelia said. “Now take off your armor and clothes.”

“Excuse me?” His face blushed. “Not sure you two want the whole show, do you?”

“Of course not,” Aurelia said with fake indignation.

“Such a pervert,” Delysia added.

Aurelia reached inside and swung a small, hinged door shut. It was high enough to reach the half-orc’s chest.

“Now get naked,” Aurelia said. “We won’t peek in, we promise. Just slide your armor over the top of the door.”

Harruq mumbled a few choice comments but made sure none were loud enough for Aurelia’s sharp ears. He stripped down and tossed his belongings outside.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Say the word, ‘water’,” Delysia said.

The half-orc shrugged.

“Water.”

Water fell from the ceiling, as if a tiny rainstorm were trapped inside. Harruq jumped, but the water was warm, and the rain, soft. There was no drain, instead the water faded away without ever pooling higher than his toes.

“This isn’t too bad,” he said, shaking his hair back and forth and staring at the ceiling. “Kind of soft, though.”

“Say more,” Delysia ordered.

“More.”

The rain increased in intensity.

“Oh yeah, much better.” Harruq began washing himself under the water.

“Thought you’d like it,” Aurelia said. “By the way, just don’t say much more.”

“What happens if I say much more?”

One might as well have dumped seven buckets of water on him at once. The room roared with a downpour mightier than nature could ever muster.