"Ptch," Laewynn said with a flip of her strawberry-blonde hair. The hot springs were hardly here idea of a good time; as a rule she regarded tourism as an offensive occupation, and in any case distrusted the whole idea. A Lich King's tomb sitting above a hot spring, sure-- a resort around said hot spring with a gaping entrance into deathly caverns?<em> If it was really a threat, and they're still alive,</em>Laewynn thought to herself,<em>then I don't want to think about what kind of deal they've struck.</em>Shaking her head, she flipped a coin to the man.<br/><br/>"Show me the way in,<em>friend</em>; if you'd also be so kind, I'd like a cart waiting for me inside the next twelve hours-- unless you happen to be paying handsomely for treasure on the spot, in bank notes." Crossing her arms, Laewynn tapped her foot and awaited the man's response. The less time she spent interacting with these people the better. It's not that she disliked hot springs, or scantily clad women, but she simply couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong. That something was probably tourism, but still, something seemed wrong.