Firestone Hot Springs Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul

While he soaked in the pool, the brute's mind went blank as to allow himself to completely relax and allow the warmth to do its work. His moment of relaxation was cut short as the sound of claws hitting the rock echoed in the silence of the pools. It was soft, but audible none the less. He had company and they were approaching. Glaring up from his position from where the sound came from, he watched as the form of a phantom with glacial eyes appeared from the mist.

She was silent as they made eye contact, despite not having the appearance of someone who would willingly cause him grief and the calming effect of the water, his eyes hardened as his short temper began to tick away. Out of all the pools you have come to mine. He began, a low tone as he aimed every word to her. What is it you seek?

He took this moment to look her over, the steam hid most of the woman from his gaze, but he judged from what he could see. She was of average height, and not too big. Judging by how she carried herself, she was not a caregiver like most females. She was a fighter. He could tell - gladiators all had a tell, and it was that fire behind those glacial eyes of hers.