Karsh Kentu sighed as he slunk lower in the bath, letting the steam work the cake out of his skin. This was his third run through and the first without cake dripping from him.
He was lost in mild thought, mostly about Abilene's ghostly appearance into the middle of the party. The guests, for their credit, waited for a few seconds before screaming and running. Karsh Kentu had asked Abilene, "What.. I... Did?" before grasping his head in his hands and letting out an anguished howl. When he looked up, Abilene, Arselen, Lady Bouvredi, and a handful of servants were left. Other than that, the hall had been empty.
Now he was relaxing. Or thought he was....
"Are you still angry with me?" came a voice that was rapidly taking on the essence of a curse. Karsh Kentu jumped and started reaching for anything to cover with. His gyrations were more successful in removing water from the tub rather than getting his hands closer to his towels..
"Modesty, modesty. It's not anything I haven't seen before...." Abilene took on a motherly tone. Karsh Kentu froze still and looked at her with a look only seen by parents when they're embarrassing the children.
Somehow, he got out of the tub and into his towel only to be accosted by the door opening and another intruder came into his sanctuary.
"Karsh, what are you doing in that towel? You're needed in the conference room." Arselen said from next to Abilene. Instinctively, his hands went to his face as a low howl started to escape his throat. He wondered what his blood pressure was irrelevantly......
In the conference room, the four dignitaries heard a high keening sound followed quickly by a loud yell... and they were on the other side of the keep.
"Umm.. you dropped your towel." someone, one of the two seemingly innocent yet demonic women, giggled. The door shut and he was alone. He opened his eyes and sighed. then growled.
At least he still had his sword. He pinned his towel around his waist and charged down the halls after them with his sword over his head and bellowing.
"Give me back my clothes!"
The dignitaries asked the Studor if they were correct in thinking they saw a half dressed man with a sword chasing two hysterically laughing women with clothes in their hands past the doors...