<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314115.msg15200358#msg15200358">Quote from: TwistedKitsune on 12-12-2019, 05:12:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Madame is there anywhere that we can dry out things out without making to much of a mess? And can you please point the way to that wonderful warm bath you mentioned, since if I don't warm up soon I think my bones are going to shake their way out of me in protest about the cold." Giving the Madame a small smile as she rubs at her arms trying to warm up now that they are out of the weather.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"I will have one of the lads string up some lines in your room." She claps, and the bartender darts back into the kitchen to fetch a pot-boy for the task<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314115.msg15200852#msg15200852">Quote from: Blinkin on 12-12-2019, 18:21:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If you would be so kind, would you send someone to my room for my dressing gown?" Her warm, brown eyes crinkled with the curving of her sensual, if slightly blue lips; showing adorable dimples and even, white toothed smile. "I will be coming to the bathing chamber directly."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A flick of a finger, and a young woman heads up the stairs. "But of course m'Lady. And your equipment will all be hung to dry as well."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314115.msg15200852#msg15200852">Quote from: Blinkin on 12-12-2019, 18:21:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I cannot speak for you, my fine companions, but a hot bath sounds heavenly at the moment... if you will excuse me?" <br/><br/>She waited for the innkeeper and strolled, as naked as the day that she was born, with the older woman to the baths.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Madame Falconer nods her head. "But one moment, m'Lady."<br/><br/>Falconer turns to the bard. "Master Perrin, Lord Grenoille reserved the baths tonight, except for certain company." A young bar-maid with her sandy-blonde hair done up in a maid's braid, with a broad smile, rosy checks, and a bodice laced to force her already impressive cleavage up against her thin linen dress holds a tankard that smells of summer fruits and nutmeg. "I hope mulled wine and Eloise's company will suffice. There is a private chamber with a roaring fire where she can ensure you are warm and in good company, should you wish."<br/><br/>"This way, m'Lady, and your lady-companions who wish to bathe."<br/><br/>Down a short hall there is a burly man, bald and scarred, in a long tunic and hose but no armour, standing in front of the doorway.  He nods his head to Madame Falconer and opens the door. Immediately steamy heat billows out.<br/><br/>The guard growls "Watch your step, the tiles be slippery."<br/><br/>Inside, the bath chamber could be from a painting of the Eastern Empire. The walls, ceiling and floor are all tiled, with mosaic dolphins and sea monsters frolicking about. The chamber is circular, about twenty feet across, and much of it is filled with a twelve foot wide pool. Leaning against the far side is a young human male in his mid-twenties, a goblet in one hand beside a tray with bottles and fruit.<br/><br/>He is thin, in the muscular manner of an acrobat or a dancer, and the point of his chin is hidden by a small beard which no doubt is normally groomed to a point. His dark hair is slicked back, his sharp cheekbones lay beneath twinkling blue eyes, and although his smile is wide he is clearly surprise.<br/><br/>"Well hello ladies, hello. Welcome to my audience chamber." He stand, leaving his hips and parts below obscured by the water, and bows. "I am Camber Grenoille, Lord of some berry orchard somewhere, or so I've been led to believe. Please, please come in, make yourselves at home." He sits again, resting his arms along the edges of the pool, clearly inviting people to sit there.<br/>