Which sounded fine—until he arrived and discovered:
No soap
No water
No laundry
"Where's the laundry?" Han Yu asked.
Shen Tu grinned from a nearby roof tile. "It's in the creek. Down the hill. Fifty robes. All Outer Court."
"You threw them into the creek?!"
"Think of it as… a swimming lesson. For your dignity."
"You know what? Fine." Han Yu stared into the middle distance. "It's not like I don't know how to swim anyways." He muttered.
One hour later, near the Creek.
Han Yu waded through mud and biting flies. Water up to his thighs. Robes tangled like seaweed around his ankles.
"I hate this sect," he muttered, dragging out another soaked robe. "I hate this creek. I hate Shen Tu. I hate his stupid eyebrows."
The only thing he was thankful about was the fact that the water wasn't really cold.
'It's good that the winter here comes later than Oak Head Town.' Han Yu thought before he heard something.
"Squeak."
Han Yu turned.
