Getting Clean

Cronk looked into the bathroom after the servant left. The porcelain tub has claws for feet. Cronk looked for a plug. Not finding one, he turned on the water. Cronk was surprised, as the water came from above him, wetting his dirty clothing. He had never seen a shower before.

“Hmmm,” Cronk thought aloud.

The classy clothing Quinn had purchased for Cronk just yesterday had taken a beating. That had been a long day since meeting the evil doctor. He’d see to this doctor’s downfall.

Cronk slipped out of the clothing, discarding it in a corner. He stepped over the high edge of the tub, which was actually quite easy for Cronk due to his size. He picked up the block of Savin de Marseille and began to lather it about himself. The problem was, his shoulders were so wide, they stuck outside of the curtain provided to keep water inside the tub. Much of the water, not all, ended up on the floor of the bathroom.

Finishing his shower, Cronk stepped out. Being unbalanced in stepping down, Cronk’s foot slipped on the wet floor. He quickly lifted the other foot and turned himself about, not wanting to end in a split across the side of the tub. Cronk ended up on his back, checking to make sure all his muscles still worked.

Getting up, he toweled off. It took three oversized towels to completely dry off. Those towels, Cronk piled on the floor to soak up the water that had flowed from the shower.

Now, he turned his attention to shaving. He spotted a straight-edge razor next to a container of Crème de Savon. There was a brush there. He soaked the brush and liberally applied the cream to his face. Taking the straight-edge, Cronk carefully shaved around his squared jaw. He splashed himself clean, then picked up one of the towels from the floor, Now dried off, he threw the towel upon the floor.

Next, he tightened the braids in his hair. He had learned to do this with his hair while growing up in Norway. It was more manageable this way. He didn’t need to keep combing it.

Then, it was time to get dressed. The pants’ hems were just below his knees. The socks came halfway up his calves. The sleeves were up to his forearms. Still, they were clean and not torn. It would do for now.

After dressing, Cronk ventured into the house, searching for something to drink. Lady Elizabeth did mention tea, but tea was not whiskey. He had an adventurous spirit, stemming from the caving experiences he had had with his father. So, he looked at this adventure as one of those. A quest to find some good IrishWhiskey.