Mhurren grunted as she passed him by towards the bathhouse. There was no door on the buildings front, and he could feel the temperature growing hotter as he neared the threshold. The excitement of Miriel for the bath made him wish he could have bathed next to her, but he swallowed his lust for the moment and ushered her in through the threshold. A wall greeted them immediately and then turned left and right, both of which led to the main entrance, where a beautiful young human girl with brown spots of freckles on her nose and cheeks greeted them. Her chestnut brown hair was wrapped in twin braids behind her, a light breathable robe of green-blue covering her delicate form, leaving exposed only her shoulders.<br/><br/>“Welcome to Lady Sondra’s Bathhouse,” she said huskily with a slow flourish of her hand. “Do you require a private room for two?” She spoke languidly, hands folding into her lap.<br/><br/>“Just her.” Mhurren said. He turned to face Miriel, then back to the young woman. “She’ll tell you what she wants. Albanus will pay for it.”<br/><br/>The young lady nodded slowly then moved forward and tucked her arm under Miriel’s, and began to lead her through a nearby door.<br/><br/>“I’ll be back with the dressmaker,” Mhurren called to Miriel. “Don’t run.”<br/><br/>The young woman began to fuss with Miriel’s blonde hair as they walked, which was quickly dampening in the heat of the bathhouse’s steam. “Your hair is lovely, miss,” the young woman said.<br/><br/>She led Miriel to a large room, where there were eight large barrels, each big enough for several people to sit in. On the one side of the room, three barrels already had women. The six women looked up at Miriel and the young girl as they entered, their eyes only briefly registering the pair before going back to talking and laughing. The young woman led Miriel to the opposite side of the room, to a barrel of her own.<br/><br/>“Please, make yourself comfortable. The water is warm already, but”—she pointed to a cord above the barrel with a small tasseled knob on the end—“if you pull this, the water will heat up more. Now, what are you looking for today? Would you like to use the steam room as well? Are there any soaps or perfumes which you should require? What about a pumice stone?” The young woman’s questions came out rapidly, her seemingly very eager to keep her new guest happy—perhaps it was the name Albanus who had inspired her diligent service, or perhaps she was simply a nervous girl.