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"Oh, this is excellent." Shadowheart lets her pack fall from her back with a grateful, weary sigh and begins unloading her tent. "This will make for a nice camp for a change."
"A fine sanctuary indeed," Gale agrees brightly. "Perhaps a little heavy on the ambience, but what isn't, down here in the depths?"
Hector has to admit that as their Underdark camping spots have gone, this one is pretty comfortable. It's a wide, arching cavern set off a short distance from the myconid colony, which does give it an odd, fungal pungency but also a sense of general security. The walls are lined with an endless variety of phosphorescent mushrooms and lichens that cast a muted glow through the room reminiscent of moonlight. The floor is mostly soft, spongy dirt and very flat, good for tenting. And in one corner of the cavern, glimmering in the pale glow, is an underground spring, perhaps fifteen feet deep, its water so clear that Hector can see all the way to the bottom.
"Beautiful..." he murmurs.
"Oh, fuck yes. I call first dibs on a bath!" Karlach calls from behind him. "Look out, soldier!" He ducks to the side just in time as she charges past him. She's shucked her armor with incredible speed and, in only her underwear, barrels into a leap and does a cannonball straight into the pool, sending up a gout of steam and a spray of water in all directions.
Hector sputters as some of it splashes directly into his face. "Ack!"
"Sorry!" She surfaces, throwing her wet hair back out of her face and grinning up at him. "Couldn't resist."
He blushes involuntarily; the water's unnatural clarity means that he can still very easily see her whole body, and her underthings aren't leaving much to the imagination. He's almost certain she's aware of it, too; she lounges back casually to float on the surface of the water, hooking her hands behind her head and looking pleased with herself. As the pool soaks up the overwhelming heat from her engine, its surface begins to bubble and ripple into a slow boil.
Her eyes narrow teasingly at him. "Well, going to join me?" she asks playfully. "Free hot tub - just one of the many fine services I provide."
He clears his throat. "I... need to get my tent set up."
She pouts out her lower lip dramatically. "Fiiiiiine. Offer stands."
Hector turns away from the pond with more resolution than the action feels like it should take, and starts pulling his tent from his pack firmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Shadowheart looking at him with distinct amusement. "What?"
"Oh, nothing. She really isn't subtle at all, is she?" Shadowheart's lips twitch. "And you have no idea what I'm talking about, I think."
She laughs. "I thought not. Don't worry about it."