Miri grimaces as the sound of a gong echoes through the underground complex, no doubt amplified by magic.  "Damn!"  She hisses.  "I'd hoped to have more time to look around.<br/><br/>As they step outside of the bathing room, the guard who'd just had Jordan is still standing there.  He flashes the women a grin, his eyes running up and down Jordan's body, his grin widening as he does so.  Miri casts him a cold glare as they move along.  Leaning in close to the other woman, she whispers to her in a low undertone.  "I think I saw your friend!  She was sitting with some of the other woman.  She looks okay..."  Here, Miri trails off, blinking.  After all, she wasn't entirely sure how the other woman should be looking.  "Anyway, I wasn't sure, so I didn't approach her."  After a slight hesitation, Miri's lips twist.  "Actually, I didn't approach anyone.  I just took a loaf of bread and left."  Her expression is a little sheepish.<br/><br/>The hallway is, while not entirely filled with activity, at least fairly busy.  While the guards still seem to be patrolling the hallway, a few women can be seen, here and there.  They are all dressed similarly to the red-haired woman they had seen earlier, in clothes meant to enhance rather than conceal.  Miri and Jordan seem to be the only ones who are actually nude.  First one, than another of the women, walk through a wider set of double-doors that can just be seen near the end of the hallway, and the rest seem to be headed there.  Miri grimaces again, turning to Jordan.  "That must be where the practice is."  She tilts her head to the side, her raven-colored locks dancing as she regards Jordan.  "Did you... did you want to stop by our room?  I still have half of that loaf of bread."  A hint of a smile appears on her face.