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Indra had hard about the town known as Hosenka, a town similar to his own homeland of Midi. He had to admit, he had wanted to check it out. Perhaps a part of him was a little homesick, but he knew he couldn't easily go to Midi anymore for his past crimes... but that was for another time to dwell on.
The streets were lit with paper lamps, oriental buildings lined the streets, offering unique shops and restaurants that had several venues to check. It was like every night was a festival, something Indra had enjoyed on his few chances to see growing up in the monastery. However, this town was clearly a tourist trap meant to recreate the same atmosphere. Something for Fiorans to come and indulge in the culture while still being within Fiore. Indra really couldn't tell if it was clever or sad to do such a thing.
One thing that made it pay off... wast the abundance of hot springs and resorts around. He was not one to take things easy, but he felt this was one chance he could afford to relax and enjoy himself a little bit before he returned to the guild hall.
The sky was now night and lit by the stars and lamps around the resort as Indra had checked into one of the more elegant ones. He now was chest deep in the warm waters of the hot spring, his head back against a large rock. It was one of the few baths that were co-ed, but Indra had the bath pretty much to himself at that hour of night. In the back of his mind, he hoped he would find a young lady come and enjoy the baths so he could see how that go...
... but the only other company he had was killing his mood.
"Da-da-da-dab-da!" Tailong whistled happily as he sat in a small 'scoop' that fit his tiny size. The miniature dragon easily scrubbed his red scaly body with the warm water and a drop of soap beside him he had with him. He was covered in bubbles from it, happy to be among the warm water. "Nothing beats a warm bath after a long day, huh, sparky."
Indra grumbled at the nickname, Sparky, as it was particularly belittling. "I could do with a beautiful woman and not a mouthy dragon..." Indra sighed as he sank into the water, the water rested just at the Sabertooth tattoo he had over his left pectoral.
"Well, aren't you a pervert," The dragon teased, more playful in intent.
Indra just didn't reply. He didn't deny it either... one of the many reasons life as a monk in Midi never suited him.