Tri and her seemed to sit in complete silence for hours on end, Tri reading the books from cover-to-cover and studying up in any way he could. All while staying awkwardly silent and not looking over in her direction whatsoever. The rest of the night seemed to drag on for awhile, Thresha preparing a bath for the man, who accepted without hesitation, as well as a meal, which was welcomed with open arms after being practically starved in the desert.
After all of this was done, Tri was fitted into a robe that was slightly too tight, hugging his toned upper body in an uncomfortable fashion. Still... It beat walking around in little more than a small towel. Once his hair dried, the sand, dust, and sweat washed out completely, it glowed a brilliant crimson under the moonlight shining through the windows. He was definitely Serenian, there was no doubt about that much. He was then given a room to sleep in. It wasn't anything fancy, holding little more than a bed, a nightstand, and a wardrobe, but again, it would work. Tri was thankful that this woman was willing to help him at all.
He honestly felt spoiled, in all of this confusion. The meal, which was beyond amazing, the cool bath which soothed his burning skin nicely, the robe, the room, it all was just too much. This woman had her own duties, her own life to live, and instead of saving his life and tossing him out, she went above and beyond. Not only was it too much, it was just confusing. She had no idea who he was, where he came from, or anything. He was just some guy she found in the desert. Although, one thing was definitely clear. She was an upper class woman. Someone far more powerful and influential than him. Wasting her time on what most upper-class people would consider a peasant was a ludicrous notion, but here he was, being treated as a valued guest in Evelyn Gray's home.
After a good night's rest, Tri was back on his feet first thing in the morning, no longer suffering from aches and pains in his legs, the burns on his skin no longer bothering him as badly. Sure, there were blisters on his heels and the skin on his shoulders and face had begun to peel slightly, but after being treated so well the night before, he actually felt a lot more like he did before he crossed the desert. As soon as his clothes were ready, he didn't hesitate to go retrieve them, utterly sick of the uncomfortable robe.
Lifting up his shirt and pants, checking them to make sure they were completely clean, he slipped them on, as well as his belt, shoes, and lastly, his red gauntlets. Placing them on his arms and tightening them into place with the straps, he smirked, finally feeling like himself again as he took his tattered cape, bearing the Serenian insignia and tied it around the spikes on his shoulders. It was good to finally be in his everyday attire again. Even with a robe or towel, he felt naked without it. He picked up his sword, still in its scabbard, placing it on his back gently. He gave his arms one last stretch before turning, looking around for Evelyn. Not only did he have thanks to give, but he also had directions to ask for. He needed to know his way around Essyrn, if he was going to get back what belonged to him.
