The serving girl bows, then trots off down the stairs to fetch the oil and towel. Alaedra does indeed find the water hot, good for clearing dirt away and working the tired, aching muscles. The tub is indeed large enough to hold her lithe, athletic body, and as she gently rubs herself, the sounds of the city below become that much clearer. There are the occasional shouts of people trying to sell their wares, the hustle of crowds moving through the streets, and the patrols of guards.<br/><br/>Soon enough, the maid returns, a clean towel in one hand, a jar of oil in the other.<br/><br/>"Here you go, miss, shall I just leave them here next to the tub for you? You can call me back to take it away when you're done."<br/><br/>((I don't mind you going in-depth in downtime type scenes. I'd hate to kill Alaedra through the stress of having all of her breaks interrupted, anyway. A girl's gotta' have her wind-down time!))