You leave the tent with a bit of excitement, eager to see how a noble in this world lives. Considering Duke Evrue's clothes, you are certain it must be a fabulous life, and you can now take advantage of it to the utmost, at least for tonight. You are so keen, however, that you fail to realize one thing before you exit: you have no idea where Duke Evrue is staying. You glance around a bit surreptitiously while holding Evrue's hankerchief to his nose and pretending to act disgusted. It seems to work, since you don't receive any strange looks, only unwelcoming ones. You realize there is a bit of a rise in the plain near a river which runs by the camp, and that it lies upstream. You suspect this is where nobility would pitch a tent, especially someone like Evrue, who would consider sharing even his water beneath him. You decide to take a risk and head in that direction.
After the onslaught that was Gorvind's memories, you find it a bit strange to have your head to yourself again. While you retain the memories you gained from Gorvind, his emotions and physical reactions no longer cloud your thoughts, and you feel nothing at all from Evrue. It is almost as though this body belongs entirely to you, but for the discomforting feeling that your soul is constantly trying to slip back to Gorvind. You do have to concentrate a bit, but it is worth the effort to feel somewhat normal again.
Your guess appears to be right, since as you approach the area, you notice it is cleaner than the rest of the camp, with servants hurriedly walking this way and that, seeing to their masters' every whim. You still don't know which tent belongs to Evrue, but as you near, a beautiful young man approaches you, bows, and says, "My Lord Evrue." Glad that you happened to notice the direction from which he came, you head that way with the young man following you, and as you near one of the more ornate tents, he steps to the side, lifts the flap, and bows.
You are amazed by the opulence of the tent before you, which seems like something out of a fairy tale. No mere cot and maps, as in Gorvind's tent, but rather a luxurious, soft divan, rugs covering dirt floors, and furniture that would not look out of place in a castle. You nearly forget yourself and gape at the wealth, but remembering the servant, you try to walk in as though you own the place. The man follows you in and stands by the door, waiting for instruction.
"Fetch me a basin and towel," you order imperiously, hoping to sound like Evrue. "The stench of this place will not leave my nose." In truth, you just want a moment alone to take in the splendour, and are relieved when the servant leaves to follow your command. Unable to resist, you throw yourself down on the plush divan and nearly laugh out loud in joy. While you are tempted to just lie around, you also have the urge to explore, and get up to do so before your...well, Evrue's...servant returns.
Oddly, you are not surprised to find someone like Evrue with a full-length mirror in his tent, since he does seem like the sort. For the first time, you truly have the chance to see yourself gazing at yourself from a body that is not your own. With Gorvind, you could only see a limited reflection, or watch the body from Evrue's eyes. It is a peculiar feeling to see a stranger reflected back at you. You examine Evrue, and decide he could pass for a gangly girl, but never for a handsome, strapping man. Although slightly disappointed that your second jaunt in someone else's body is also not in a body entirely to your liking, you decide the riches and the fact that there are no consequences for you more than make up for it this time. You can do what you like, and Evrue will bear the outcome, while you return to being Gorvind. A smile creeps across your face.
You turn as you hear the servant return, carrying a basin of water and a washcloth. He sets the basin down on a small table and stands to a side with the washcloth over his arm as you wash your face, then accept the cloth from his proffered arm. Mopping the water off your face, you take the chance to glance at the young man from behind the towel, as he keeps his eyes carefully lowered. Now that you actually look at him, he looks quite delicate, but in a handsome way that borders on beauty. However, he is definitely more lithe and muscled than Evrue, probably from years of servitude. You do feel some attraction towards him, and feel Evrue's body agree. You wonder if Evrue actually prefers men, considering his choice in servants. Had you been in your body from your former life, you definitely would have had a crush on this servant.
Handing the towel back to the young man, you consider what to do next. After all, everything Evrue has is yours to enjoy for the moment. His riches, his tent, his bed, and his servants. Ready to use Evrue's body to your full advantage, you decide to...