((OOC: Wow.. yeah.. he really wants a bath.. that's all *smirks*))<br/><br/>"Hmm no but I do know the owner of this house. He's a trader, visiting Trademeet he won't be back for a few weeks", he slid from the bed. His groaned softly, unhooking the greatsword. The massive blade laying against a nearby chair. ".. We should go to the bath", he walked away into the house, if she tried the door she would find it locked.<br/><br/>The bathroom was beautifully decorated and shining in marble, the large man simply untied the leather straps of his armour. Setting the massive breastplate to the side, taking off his armour till he was simply in leather breeches and a shirt. He pulled the shirt off, revealing his muscular chest, the chiseled features of a fighter and someone of better breeding. He looked almost like nobility the way he stared at Rowan, "You can look away.. or not", he untied the breeches. Letting the things fall around his knees, the size of the man would be well beyond most Rowan had seen. A good ten inches flaccid and thick already. Hmm one could only imagine how it would be erect.