[francel fusses with some things by his vanity while the water runs — though he's no lady, obviously, and so he only has some basic lip balms and skin tonics. he's not putting anything on — just taking mental inventory. once he has things set up as he likes them, he looks back at the tub and dips his feet in the water — then hisses in pain. right, he'd forgotten about lord byron's... parting gift.]
The jeweler? What for?
[he's forgotten about something else too, apparently.]
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The jeweler? What for?
[he's forgotten about something else too, apparently.]