Meanwhile the paladin was already located at the bathhouse quietly removing his armor plate by plate. He was alone as requested and the young knight was thankful for that small gift of persuasion at a time like this for he did not wish to be tempted at this hour. Fate has a funny sense of humor at times as he would place his equipment in a trunk and locks it. His muscles were defined to a peak of athletic human perfection as if he had been animated from a statue of a lionized hero seemingly from fables of legends. Dark brown red hair crowned his head and was neatly cut and groomed as he made sure to wash and cleanse himself more then many people did. After a long days travel to arrive here he was eager to wash the dirt and sweat from his body.<br/><br/>Soft river blue eyes looked about for the soaps and quietly he would head over picking some old spices to place into the bath he was preparing for himself. Knelt down near the tub he would begin with washing his limbs seated upon a stool. Wetting his flesh he began to rub soap over the legs and arms making sure to be through in his motions since it would not do to meet with anyone of importance if he was not immaculate about this. Indeed he had traveled from his Order to Magnimar because of the recent attacks upon the caravans concerning the drow that were coming out in broad daylight of all things. Whilst the clergy had informed him among the rest of their knights on the situation he was amongst the first to step forward to the task at hand. After all as an ambassador of the order, he was also gifted with a silver tongue and could learn more details about this new threat.