with soap on our heads

The Warlord would never admit it, but his body was littered with aches of a life lived without care to his body. His bones told the story of his life, of long patrols and hard battles. Sometimes it was good to get away from the cold and his busy life. To submerge himself beneath the warmth of the Armada hot pools until the heat smoothed away much of his pains.

At the sound of soft footfall on the cave floor he cracked open an eye, and found a koi-coloured wolf looking down at him. "Hanako" he rumbled softly, biting back a yawn as he scooted over a little. "Good, I planned to look for you later. Please do" he invited, waving a paw into the spot he had vacated. A Warlords life was a busy thing, so he was glad to run into her now and not risk forgetting the need to speak to her later. He waited until she had eased into the warm waters before speaking again. "I want you to know I'm appalled at they way you've been treated as a Diplomat. More then that... I'm horrifed at how easy it was for your absence to be explained away as travel time. For your safety, I'd like to go over ways to ensure your safety while your out in the field in my name" he said, his voice a soft rumble above the water, but the words were deadly serious.