Sir Telemnar took a bow upon the answer of his questions. The king was busy and clearly wished for people of simple nature to take on this task in regards to brute force rather then intelligence. But that brute like force needed some mental power behind it and he would gladly take up that role if it was possible. But for now he needed a long rest and something to cleanse the road from his skin.<br/><br/>Remembering a shower house along the way here he watched the others scatter about the town, not to greatly interested in one another at the time. Who could blame them? They, he, was thrust into a dangerous situation that none of them truly knew what was going to happen. But at the very least he could fall back on some of the people within the group.<br/><br/>As his thoughts ran about he stopped upon seeing the bath house near him. Clearly his thoughts clouded his senses around himself and now he had arrived at his location. He faintly recalled the red one heading into a local inn or bar, with the young elf falling into the towns lust room. He didn't know where the others went to. But that could come later. Now was a time for a bath. With a simple greeting to the attendant he walked in.