The closest thing to a bath are the showers, which exclusively run cold water.  There is a spring, but it's quite a ways away.  The monks are quiet, and do not approach anyone who does not approach them.  Dinner is a smaller affair, but still bigger than most meals the abbey has seen.  In addition, once everyone goes to sleep, they'll find that their beds have been stuffed with extra padding.  Everyone's dreams are relatively uneventful.  Well, mostly...<br/><br/>For the fox<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">In her dreams, Lili'fey is accompanied by a golden spirit in the shape of a fey fox.  It's only a vague outline; a shadow.  And he is connected to Lili'fey's navel by way of a brown thread.  "Again, thank you," the voice of Annorus says.  "I shouldn't be too long.  I would say in about a month I should be ready to come out.  We should be back at my island by then, so that I can be released from your womb."</div></div></div><br/><br/>The next day, the clouds have started to roll in.  Breakfast is hardy, but also smaller still then dinner was.  Lunch is a few loaves of bread wrapped up in bindles with dried cuts of meat.  "That should last to the bottom of the mountain," Father Quigo says.  "I'm supposing Dinar has more food for you there."  Then he walks over to Lang, a letter in his hand.  "This should get you past the port authority," he says, handing over the letter.<br/><br/>Then he turns to everyone.  "Thank you for freeing us from... the thing in the basement."  He shudders for a moment.  "We will never forget you."