Pre-Chosen Outfit

After Chele brought him to his room, Astaroth was left alone to attend to himself. After pouring himself a hot bath, and shoving his armour into a basket that would be sent for cleaning later in the day, he submerged himself in the hot water.

Exhaling a long slow breath of relief, Astaroth let the tension of the last week leave his avatar's body. It wasn't much different from what he did these days, outside of New Eden, but it somehow felt good, anyway.

He let all the stress and excitement of combat leave his body, melting into the steaming hot water, as he lay there, almost falling asleep. Feeling himself slip into sleep's embrace, he caught himself slapping the sides of his face a bit.

"I still have stuff to do after this. Can't relax too much yet."