Varon let out a small laugh and nod his head. "Alright. I'll scrub myself then." He reached to his pocket, and sighed.<strong>"Thing is, I don't carry any silver or copper with me right now, so I'm afraid I have to ask you to break down a gold for me, if that's fine."</strong>He smiled, setting the eight piece of gold today on the counter. He'd have to get the 'share' for the room cost from others later, but he figured he might even forget it before long. If they had a successful adventure soon such 'small costs' wouldn't bother anyone too much. Right now, it was felt, but it wasn't yet a real problem at least. He looked at the Innkeeper a moment, to see<em>whether or not the innkeeper would have some change to offer for the gold. If not, he'd have to grudgingly accept that fact, or at least ask they would get some food and ale waiting after the bath.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Now, I'll head on over as well, if our lady raises her voice against that plan, I'll just have to settle with waiting somewhere else for a while, but otherwise I'm planning to soak a bit."</strong>He smiled at the innkeeper casually and nod his head to Ari, walking on ahead. Not feeling like trying anything too much but if the sorceress didn't mind it, he'd gladly have a look at her. Though at the time he also planned to soak up a bit.<br/><br/>Stepping to the back he began undressing along the way already. While still in public view, it was just the long coat and hat that he held over an arm, parting his shirt a bit, he waited till out of at least the innkeeper's sight to tug off the shirt. Just because he didn't mind others watching didn't mean he was giving the innkeeper a 'free show'. Who knows, if he didn't get a rise from Ari, perhaps the old man would out of Varon.<br/><br/>Continuing to remove clothing along the way, he stepped to the bathing chamber buck-naked, carrying his backpack before him, clothing being stuffed inside for most part, his belt with the number of pouches on it as well as his sword in its scabbard being set down on top of the backpack there. Lastly, he looked at the dagger he had strapped to his arm, for a quick 'sleeve' sheath. Sliding it off his arm he sighed, feeling more<em>naked</em>without the blade than he felt actually naked!<br/><br/>The elven man was in a fine shape, lithe and limber, firm and trained, and with fitness acquired through having had to keep on the move before too. His skin evenly toned, no actual scars showing on his form, he was a rogue that had avoided the worst trouble, staying relatively safe. Stretching out in the nude he swatted his thighs lightly after having reached for the roof, taking a look around the room. He doubted they had ran water ready to the tubs and hot already. He might have to heat it up himself, he thought silently. Never knew for certain. Ah well.