Hawke
The Sorcerer
The steam rooms...well this was a spa after all and there was no harm in taking some moments to relax a bit. Phil had been over eager to show off the steam rooms, or maybe he was hoping Oriana could help him get a glimpse into the female steam room...bingo, that's what it was. Declan shook his head when Oriana closed that door on Phil, trying his hardest not to laugh at him. He was certain Oriana was beyond confused how Phil had trained everyone, but Declan's mere training from Phil was weapon based, some unarmed combat, and how to find creatures weaknesses. Declan was send to China-Korea-Japan to learn martial arts.
The men's steam room was more crowded when Declan and Phil entered, Phil with no towel, Declan with the shorts and the towel over his head like a hood, the bag Oriana had grabbed him being placed in the locker room area, this wasn't anything like he had back at the Arcana Cabana, Phil came strutting in and turned up the heat...before he noticed Declan's various bruises and the three scars.
"Geeze kid, what happened? Did you get put through the work out of your life?!"
He looked them over, there clearly was a story here that Declan wasn't telling nor was he going to press for, but something was on Declan's mind.
"So Phil, what are you doing here? It can't be for the nymphs..."
"Nah, I am actually here as a guest of Dionysus, you know kind of a peace keeper, Pan's protegee, you know Peter? Right well I'm here to make sure Pan behaves."
Declan wasn't going to bring up Oriana...Phil would try and press for details and could blow their cover, for now they just had idle chit chat about when Declan was a kid training with Phil, the typical how is the family and uncle questions came up.
The steam was helping Declan focus and relax about Oriana a bit, but still stay on his guard. That is until a couple of Greek gentlemen came in, he didn't know their names, nor did Phil.
"You know that the Big Olive is doing good business kid, you should pop in with Oriana...it'd be the genuine article."
The two Greeks that had walked in one looked as if he'd had something blow up in his face and the other was portly but they'd been looking at Phil...
"Say isn't that the same goat man that trained Achilles?"
Phil turned red...
"Watch it pal..."
"Yeah it sure is! Way to go pal great job on that heel!"
They laughed before Declan saw Phil shoot off and begin wailing on the portly Greek man.
"I got your heel right here!"
Declan had to pull Phil off of the other Greek, Phil had the portly man's thong hanging from his horns...
"You're crazy..."
Declan averted his gaze from the portly now in the buff Greek.
"Cover up, no one needs to see that"
The portly man couldn't see Declan's face, but the tone of the sorcerer's voice made it clean he was not to be messed with. The man complied while Declan turned his attention back to Phil.
"You want another assault charge?"
It was then he dropped Phil on one of the columns that served as a table, head first.
"That's it, next time I drive!"
The scream he heard was from the women's steam rooms, and he bolted up.
Phil shook it off...
"Kid that sounds like your classic DID...Damsel In Distress...now MOVE, moooo mooove!"
The men's steam room was more crowded when Declan and Phil entered, Phil with no towel, Declan with the shorts and the towel over his head like a hood, the bag Oriana had grabbed him being placed in the locker room area, this wasn't anything like he had back at the Arcana Cabana, Phil came strutting in and turned up the heat...before he noticed Declan's various bruises and the three scars.
"Geeze kid, what happened? Did you get put through the work out of your life?!"
He looked them over, there clearly was a story here that Declan wasn't telling nor was he going to press for, but something was on Declan's mind.
"So Phil, what are you doing here? It can't be for the nymphs..."
"Nah, I am actually here as a guest of Dionysus, you know kind of a peace keeper, Pan's protegee, you know Peter? Right well I'm here to make sure Pan behaves."
Declan wasn't going to bring up Oriana...Phil would try and press for details and could blow their cover, for now they just had idle chit chat about when Declan was a kid training with Phil, the typical how is the family and uncle questions came up.
The steam was helping Declan focus and relax about Oriana a bit, but still stay on his guard. That is until a couple of Greek gentlemen came in, he didn't know their names, nor did Phil.
"You know that the Big Olive is doing good business kid, you should pop in with Oriana...it'd be the genuine article."
The two Greeks that had walked in one looked as if he'd had something blow up in his face and the other was portly but they'd been looking at Phil...
"Say isn't that the same goat man that trained Achilles?"
Phil turned red...
"Watch it pal..."
"Yeah it sure is! Way to go pal great job on that heel!"
They laughed before Declan saw Phil shoot off and begin wailing on the portly Greek man.
"I got your heel right here!"
Declan had to pull Phil off of the other Greek, Phil had the portly man's thong hanging from his horns...
"You're crazy..."
Declan averted his gaze from the portly now in the buff Greek.
"Cover up, no one needs to see that"
The portly man couldn't see Declan's face, but the tone of the sorcerer's voice made it clean he was not to be messed with. The man complied while Declan turned his attention back to Phil.
"You want another assault charge?"
It was then he dropped Phil on one of the columns that served as a table, head first.
"That's it, next time I drive!"
The scream he heard was from the women's steam rooms, and he bolted up.
Phil shook it off...
"Kid that sounds like your classic DID...Damsel In Distress...now MOVE, moooo mooove!"
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