Maverick spent most of the night wrestling with one thought: finding a way to take a proper bath. Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, he considered his options.
Swimming in the river felt too exposed for his taste, and the thought of going to Theresa's, a house with only women, seemed equally uncomfortable.
After a long sigh, he concluded his last option was his summer house, a place abandoned for fifteen years but located conveniently close to the camp.
He furrowed his brow. Is it even in good shape? The place likely needed cleaning, but it would still be his best shot. Finally deciding, Maverick grabbed his coat and headed outside.
The sky had cleared, and morning was breaking, with the first rays of the sun beginning to peek over the horizon.
As he walked past the campfire, he noticed it had died down, and neither Julius nor Wolfgang was around.
