[A title he will happily accept, if bestowed upon him. He had managed to save not only theirs, but also clothes from other people. He intends to put them around other pools, later, for people to find them.

His coat, pants, and knee-high boots are now very neatly stacked on the rocks in plain view, where the nymphs can't just swoop in to take them.]

Today I find them, tomorrow you. And yes, it would. The society here doesn't really like streaking. Pity.

[He submerges himself in the water again with a sigh and stretches. Now he can properly relax.]

As suspected. Maybe I find a way to visit once I go back. Sounds like fun.