"Robin!" a voice echoed up from beneath, "hold your stride, I am coming up."
A moment later his mentor was standing beside him. He was spritzing his face and arms with a 'cleansing' tonic from a small crystal bottle. He finished by giving a slight spray to Puck's face, which caught him in the eye.
"Refreshing, eh?" he boomed, trying to be heard amidst the screaming.
Then added: "You look terrible my boy - just terrible."
Well it was true that Puck had not cut his hair in some days, and it dangled waist long, curls and all. He had not rested or meditated either, and his face had only just turned ashen.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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