Promise stands up, following over to head to the bath area.  She carried her weapon along everywhere she went, the giant two-handed Great Goremaul adorned with skulls, and people were none too happy to see her holding it, even if she only used one hand to carry it at ease.  She just didn't have any way to sheathe it, nor did she seem even interested in doing so.<br/><br/>Once at the bath, she started to strip down, rather shamelessly in comparison to most people.  Although far from innocent, she still seemed naive in so many ways, or perhaps simply disinterested in ordinary methods of behavior.  Underneath the soulsteel armor, she was completely naked, though her body showed the abuse of dried blood, caked mud and signs that she hadn't had a bath in quite some time.  Were she still capable of scarring, no doubt she would be covered in vicious-looking marks from her battle fury.<br/><br/>She lowered herself down into the water, and her eyes seemed to relax just a little.  It wasn't a smile, and she didn't look peaceful, but it was the faintest quiverings of the memory of what it used to be like for her to be happy.  She closed her eyes despite the faint worries of what may happen while she was unable to see.