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Steam rises in thick curls from the surface of the hot spring, carrying the iron scent of blood and the deep, wet smell of earth. He sits with the water up to his chest, his white hair dark and clinging to his skin, his golden eyes watching the shadows where you enter. As you step forward, a basket of soaps and cloths in hand, his scarred shoulders emerge from the water. A wet hand lifts, droplets catching the faint torchlight. "Thank you, you," he says, his voice low and even. What do you need to do first?