The Warrior

Naked Men and Other Dangerous Things- Revised

      Though the water burned my eyes, I watched as the three men walked into the bath house. The first was my instructor, the Elf, and I knew that fate had a cruel sense of humor. The others where familiar enough. The first, tall with sun colored hair and blue eyes, was only wearing a cloth covering his neither region. His torso was tan and muscled, lines across it dividing it into sections, and more than four. Not that I was trying to count while hiding under water, but it was rather noticeable after all. His arm muscles looked almost as if his skin could not contain them, and his grin looked like he was thinking something a lady would die to know, or at least something she'd be dying to have between her thighs. This man was the Smith, and I knew his name to be Kether. Beside him walked a man with vivid hair and deep black eyes. The Royal Jester he was, but his body looked like it belonged to a knight. His was not that of the common folk, but instead one of magic. He radiated mischief and reminded one of things that went bumo in the night. The men where laughing and talking to each other, not paying attention to the tub they had just stepped into after completely stripping themselves. To say they were surprised when someone else came out as they went in would have been an understatement.

    The sight of a naked woman jumping out of the water of the men's bathhouse was enough to make any man stop what ever he was doing to stare- which is, of course, what all three of them did "Advert your eyes ya' perverted men!" I hissed attempting to clothe myself as fast as possible.