[Poggio]

After his drink, Red took one finger he undid the rope that kept his cloak tight around his neck. Sliding out of the garment he pulled his loose linen shirt down his shoulders before rolling up his cuffs. The cool water felt wonderful against his skin, and he eagerly splashed it along his face, letting it trail down his shoulders and chest beneath the fabric. What remained of the water was lost in his hair, dampening the brown locks. He turned and smile at Mr growl, who seemed in a stupor. Idly he flicked some of the water at the man.

(Making it worse :P )