"Hey!" Rose gave Sampson a slap when he so ungentlemanly molested her bottom. She stood straight in the water to stretch her arms and back, her upper body above the waterline, but unlike a certain elf she did preserve a modicum of modesty by keeping her towel on. The waterlogged cloth hung straight down from her perky tits, its hem dragging in the pool, well away from her abdomen.<br/><br/>With the immediate kinks worked out the paladin relaxed completely and floated on her back in the spring. "We didn't take anything directly from her other than the gold, and the chest it was in," she reminisced as she drifted freely in the water. "Unless she had someone plant it in while we were shopping. Or... sorry," she muttered as her head bumped against Sampson's back, and she waved her hands in the water casting off in the opposite direction. "Anyways, there was also the symbol she showed us. We didn't take the original but we made copies; do you reckon it works that way, Kiira?" she directed her question to the busty elf. Without needing to look at her she continued, "Well, if you aren't too busy playing with swords - not sure what you see in them, I prefer lances myself - longer, thicker, harder."<br/><br/>Her voice resumed a somewhat serious, business-like tone. "As for the merchant, the day of his reckoning and the freedom of his slaves may well be not far off, but it shall not be tonight, not while we are guests and strangers under this roof."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Later that evening...<br/><br/>Rose was sitting by the edge of the bath, kicking her legs idly in the water. Her hair, now washed, was done up in a bun to keep it from cascading onto the ground and pool. She looked up as Aberik entered, a smirk dancing on her lips. The towel was wrapped around her just below the underside of her breasts, which themselves were hidden from view behind crossed arms. The fabric reached down just low enough to barely hide the triangle between her legs from view, while doing nothing to cover her milky white thighs.<br/><br/>"I was wondering when you'd show up. It seems you have a bet to make good on," she laughed, bringing up the knee further away from him to her chest, the towel fanning out and blocking his view of her legs and the honeypot between at his current angle - and if he tried to go around to get a better look, well, his path would dump him right in the hot springs.