The man that currently prowled the bathhouse was not a man whose face is known to many. His deed was mighty, but history won't remember it, for heroic men are plentiful in the world, yet historians will not remember most of them. To the world, Aegon's brave stand in the rivers of the eastern plains were barely enough to be a small sidenote in the anals of time, yet even that is more than what will be remembered about his upcoming missions.  When he was recruited by the Legate, he was very clear that his new line of work would be very..discreet. It would not be something that can be seen by the public, perhaps not even a very honourable work, yet it was something needed to keep the stability of the nation. Aegon, as always, was eager to serve.<br/><br/>Making his way through the bath house, he drew some gazes from the patrons. Sleek and powerfully built, he had the looks of an Athlete, a runner perhaps, or a boxer, and some of the female visitors eyed him hungrily. He was not here for them however. Soon enough, he reached the secret room.<br/><br/>"I am here to serve, Legate" he said with a bow.