He waited for them to gather everything they need and then took them across to one of the buildings. "The Baths were made for the defenders of the fortress long ago. After long fights they needed something to ease their muscles and wounds. The Dwarfs knew how to build, and built them well, along with the furnaces to heat the water. He lead them to a room that was cooler the one they would bath in. "Put your things here and ......" he moved to a door and opened it. Immediately one cold feel the heat and humidity coming from the chamber beyond. A Dwarf entered the room with towels and oils and set them down. In the other room was a large sunken bath, tiled with a ceramic tile as was the floor and walls. There were wide benches placed here and there where people could lie and just soak in the warmth of the room, and sweat out the dirt and grime before entering the bath. "I hope this meets with your approval." he grinned and shut the one door and then moved to the door they had entered from.<br/><br/>"When you are done, let the Dwarf in charge know so he can prepare it for someone else." he told them. "He will make sure to let any know that it is occupied, so you will not be disturbed." He left them there and went up on the wall. He would use the bath later. All was quiet and not a soul insight beyond the walls. He didn't know if that was a blessing or something to worry about, after the last few days.<br/><br/>Lotharn was there as well staring at the plain. "We will let Allassiel recover for a couple of days and then we will again be on our way."<br/><br/>Thorgan nodded and turned to look beyond the fortress to the pass. Somewhere along the way was the one Wizards Tower. Would they find it, find him? Would he have the potion, or was he long dead