Who: Martouf and Rhysand What: Rhys's arrival Where: Target When: Evening of Aug. 31st Warnings: well...Rhys is arriving sans clothes Status: closed/matchup
Rhys knew the current venture to the Summer Court wasn't to make friends. No, they'd need to steal the half of the book and get it back to Amren. Hopefully she could read it. Not for the first time, Rhys silently thanked the Mother Above for his Second in Command.
But, for right now, Rhys took a bath, to help ease his mind from the task on hand. If he needed to deceive Tamlin or Beron? The High Lord of the Night Court wouldn't blink an eye. But, Tarquin? Tarquin might prove a friend, not just an ally. And it ate a bit at the High Lord, not that he'd admit to such a thing.
He'd just closed his eyes, submerged in blissfully hot water, when he suddenly opened them, against cold. "By the Cauldron! Where am I?" He appeared to be standing amidst...clothes that looked unfamiliar to him. Rhys looked down and groaned. Of course he looked like he just stepped out of a bath since...he just stepped out of a bath.