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The day's journeys were uneventful, in fact they could almost be classified as boring. Zeyla had attended the veterinary needs of a sick herd of goats not far from Minoc, then checked the progress of a lame stallion over near Yew, followed by a trip to the stables to groom and administer checkups to her own pets.

The latter left her dirty from head to toe, covering her with dust, hair, and molted dragon scales. Much as she loved her animal companions, wearing their shed filth was not on her list of favored activities.

She was about to head to the Buc's Baths when she remembered that a friend of hers had something called a shower installed recently--the handiwork of a displaced Magincian man who apparently held some interesting trade secrets.

With a wry smile on her face, she chanted the spell that would take her up into the Malas tundra, arriving at the seemingly deserted Sylvanian Hall.

The shower was beyond anything Zeyla could have imagined. It was like standing in a hot waterfall. It was mentally delicious to feel the grime wash away from her body. What a great and no doubt secret magic created this pleasurable thing! After showering, Zeyla went and sat in the sauna, steaming away the day's muscle aches.
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