As the groups' antics continue, a few of the workers start walking through the room.  Most of them seem to not notice, as they're used to this sort of thing by now, but a careful observer might notice that most of the men, and some of the women, are glancing at the trio a little too much as they walk by.<br/><br/>Of course, a few of them aren't as accustomed to them, with one girl openly staring for a few seconds, and someone turning and running as fast as he could the other way before even entering the room.  Thankfully, they're not open for business just yet, so there aren't any customers to scare away.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the city outside the bathhouse was moving as usual.  A young man, looking to be in his late teens, walked up to the door and knocked.  He didn't stand out at all, a little ruffled and unclean as if he hadn't had a chance to bathe in a few days, but otherwise ordinary.  In his hands was an envelope, with a yellow wax seal.  "Delivery for Mr. Gered," he called out before knocking again.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge check result</div><div class="spoiler_body">You do know of a tattoo artist, who runs a shop in another district of the city.  He specializes in both ordinary body art, as well as a few magical tattoos.  There's also someone that deals with various piercings and jewelry, who happens to have another guild-run shop like this one.</div></div>