Maxim exited the room, glancing furtively towards the door to his right - the one leading to the room containing the two women - before closing his door, and heading down the hall, intent on finding the proprietor of the tavern, and seeing if he could rustle up a washing-basin for himself. He didn't want to run the risk of sneaking into somebody else's room and using their tub - no need to attract unnecessary attention. Besides, he still had enough money left over to grease a few palms here-and-there, should he need to, in order to suit his goals. And, failing that, he could always threaten the innkeeper with his pistol. Regardless, within the hour, he fully intended to be bathing himself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>