Silva followed the serving girl into the bathroom, already imagining the warm touch of the clean, clear waters of the bath on her skin. She was impressed to see the well appointed space was clean and ready for use and judging by it's occupants, it got plenty of use. Silva figured she'd picked her tavern well.<br/><br/>"Thank you." she said to the serving girl as she left before dropping her backpack in one corner. Silva wasted no time in stripping right off, leaving her things on the ground beside the bath and slipping into the warm bath that the girl had drawn for her. As she did, she smiled and nodded a hello to the elven girls and the dwarven lady. However, the sensation of the water soon had her distracted.<br/><br/>"Ahhhhh! Yesss! It's been way too long..." she laid back and let the steaming water embrace her completely and take the tension out of her muscles. She lay there relaxing for a few minutes before setting about washing her body down with soap and a small hand towel. After she was completely clean, she pulled a small bottle of pale blue liquid from her pack and poured a little into her hand. It was a sweet smelling liquid. Silva worked it through her long straight white hair, washing her soaking tresses thoroughly. When she was done she wringed her hair out and wrapped it in one of the fresh towels then she leaned back again and turned to chat to the dwarven woman who was in the tub close-by. She finished her bash before Silva, and after being asked for some clothing advice, Silva gave her a few tips on dressing to impress a particular dwarven artisan she was trying to catch the eye of. The young dwarven woman left with a wily grin on her face.<br/><br/>Finally clean and refreshed, she stepped out of the bath, dried herself and dressed in a fresh set of clothing - just a simple white thong, and a flowing, triangular-shaped tunic, wispy-thin, whose deeply plunging neck-line left her breasts even more prominently on display than her chain shirt had, and which left much of the long legs clear and also even up to her hips at the sides. Silva didn't bother with shoes, figuring she wouldn't be needing them.<br/><br/>Silva gathered her things and stepped back out into the tavern's corridor to find Olaf's room...