Djanik, on the advice of a local, stopped by the hot springs during his trip to Jaklu.
He hadn't brought a swimsuit, so he made do with one of the large fluffy towels, wrapped around his waist.
Sliding into the hot water, an appreciative sigh at the pain which would, he hoped, indicate an easing of stiffness and pain, slipped from his lips.
That... that was heavenly.
He should've found this place a year ago.