The men were both very thorough, tending to every inch of her body with their fingers and palms. After a while they'd presented sponges and washed at her with various soaps and oils, scrubbing suds into her body. All too soon - though it was perhaps an hour after entering the water - they were rinsing her and passing her a thick towel.<br/><br/>"We will see that your clothes are laundered, Lady. I understand that there are alternative clothes awaiting you in your room." They each bowed a little, and awaited her departure, giving her nothing but the large towel to wear toward her room... Where Alric waited.<br/><br/>Alric was more of a man than the previous two. Where they were toned, he was muscular. And where they looked to be in their early twenties, Alric was clearly in his mid thirties by now. His brown hairline had receded slightly, and the only thing of him that remained truly impressive was his barrel chest and thickly muscled arms. His face might once have been handsome, but his nose was crooked like he'd taken part in - and lost - too many bar brawls in his time. When the girl entered he was lent against one of the pillars of her bed, picking vaguely at some of the crud stuck beneath his fingernails.<br/><br/>It was with a gruff voice that the manly man greeted her: "Hey. You must be the 'Lady' Janica?" There was a certain scorn in his voice, though he stood upright and at least attempted to look halfway professional about it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>