IWUAaDNW: Party 5.8

“I like playing the noble lady,” said Maryk, “But it gets tiring after a while, you know? Proper posture, small movements, soft voice... Your pond’s this way, right?” As he walked without an ounce of elegance toward my pond, he took the wig off his head, then inspected it and clicked his tongue. “That wig’s ruined. No way the gunk’s going to come off.” He paused a moment, then shrugged. “Eh, it was itchy anyway.”

He chucked it into my pond. A faint aftertaste of something almost like vanilla floated to my awareness, and I latched onto it to distract me from the sickeningly delicious sweetness of the bodies Ulfric and Mariynn were chucking into me. The brown gunk, Rot, drifted from the strands of hair in thick clumps, almost like a writhing squid, and dissipated within moments.

Maryk was taking off his clothes, so he missed it, but when he was done pulling his top off, he saw the illusion of me I’d created over my pond. He grinned and covered his bra-clad chest.

“Eeeek! A pervert!”

I gave him my most unimpressed eye roll and pointed down at the wig. He picked it back up and saw it was pristine, if drenched.

“Huh! Magic water? That’s cool.”

I shrugged. So far, my pond’s water had proven to be completely normal.

He dipped his top into the pond’s water and watched as the Rot flowed right off.

“That’s really cool. Is that a special pond or something?” I shook my head. “Huh. Must be a dungeon thing, then. I’ll have to remember this next time I need to get Rot off my clothes—ah,” he looked up at me and grinned. “Pretty sure a normal dungeon won’t just let me clean myself up, though. That kinda sucks.