The sudden, wonderful coolness of the water had brought Ithacanus' heart rate down to a snail's crawl, and a little spin of somewhat dangerous drowsiness with the lack of sunlight hitting him. It was the only downside of a bathhouse. They rarely had pools in direct light, which lent it's...
"Eeeegh!" he squeals aloud, when his toes dip into something sticky. A shudder of horror runs through him, before he finally lifts his foot up for a wrinkle-nosed sniff.
Mmmnh. Some kind of food drippings from an unaware creature. Humans could be icky. And indeed there were a lot of humans...
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