Amberstone.  Often called the shining jewel of the Empire, it was by far the largest city for hundreds of miles, and very close to the seat of the Empire's power.  Like many large cities, it has its share of problems, various thieves and thugs prowling the streets, hoping for easy money, as well as dark cults and other horrors that wait in the deep, dark places.  But despite these dangers, it's managed to be one of the safest places to live in.  While few will claim they know why this is, nearly everyone knows the answer: the Guilds.<br/><br/>In particular, the Dovakin Guild.  This elusive group is a haven for those that call themselves adventurers, braving the deep, dark places to make the city a better place.  Or maybe just to earn some quick cash - the Guild doesn't care much about reasons, only results.<br/><br/>One particular building in the city, the Kanura Bathhouse, is home to some particularly strange members of the guild, or at least the ones this story focuses on.  The business, while legitimate in its own right, is primarily a front for the Guild, giving various clients a reason to request their services without being obvious.  Today is a day like many others, the workers have already begun to open the place for business, most of them unaware that anything more than simple bathing (and perhaps not-so-simple naughtiness) takes place within its walls.