The bath was steaming hot. Samuel lower himself into the water slowly once he was alone. His injures stung badly. How could he have forgotten about them during the ride? Had he really gotten used to them so much that he now forgot he even had them to begin with? Gently did he began to wash his injures clean. The auction house did clean their less pricey slaves once a week by throwing a bucket of water on them. It did not make them very clean but it was somewhat enough to keep the worst smell off them.<br/><br/>Samuel scrub himself clean everywhere and honestly he even took a minute to enjoy the warmth of the water. When he decided enough was enough and hopefully had he not taken too long did he got up. Samuel took a look in the mirror. He didn't care about his long hair hanging in his face,  pale skin, nor did he care about his tired eyes... no Samuel was more worried about his raw skin around his neck. It was angry red and infected already. Samuel poked at it and regret it right away. Alright, mind note... don't touch again.<br/><br/>He got himself dry and got dressed in the clothes he was given. They was somewhat loose fitting which he liked. Samuel took his old clothes, the old rags with him and went out to find the maid.