Words came to Aylin's ears, faint and muffled by the water most of her head was submerged in. For a few moments she ignored the persistent call, content to continue soaking in the blissfully hot water. She'd awoken considerably earlier than the rest of the odd little band and took the opportunity to hunt down the Inn's washroom. When it became clear the voice wasn't going to leave her alone, she rose up. The shift between the calm, peaceful quite beneath the water and the dull buzz of noise that seemed to permeate everything in Archenbridge caused Aylin to scowl. She hoped all cities wouldn't be this loud, it was rather jarring for someone who'd spent their entire life in a village of about five hundred. Twisting around, the half-elf found the young maid she'd spoken to earlier peeking around a partition.<br/><br/>"Apologies Miss!" The girl said with a little curtsy, "but the folks you wanted me to watch out for are up and about. I think most of them have gone downstairs."<br/><br/>"Oh, thank you..." Aylin responded, just a hint of disappointment in her voice as she accepted the towel the maid handed her before scurrying away.<br/><br/>Gracefully rising from the tub, she couldn't help but sigh as the blissful heat quickly dissipated. Well, at least she was clean now. 'Adventuring' hadn't been quite as rough as she'd been expecting so far, but night after night of sleeping on the hard ground and bathing in cold streams, if they were lucky, would take a bit of getting used to.<br/><br/>After drying herself quickly, Aylin retrieved her last clean set of clothing and began to dress. All together it looked much like what she'd worn every day since she'd left home, the only changes day to day being the particular blue and gray shades of the fabric. A simple tunic, sleeveless and tailored to offer as much freedom of movement as possible, a loose skirt wrapped so it would flow away from her legs if she needed to flee, and a simple silk sash around her waist. Lastly she donned a pair of dark blue leggings and her sturdy, calf-high leather boots.<br/><br/>Several minutes later she descended the stairs, flipping a few errant locks of dark auburn hair behind her back, and quickly spotted the others. Even in a place with as diverse a crowd as the Frisky Goblin, they stuck out a bit. She grinned as she slipped around the slightly nervous looking bard, pulling out one of the remaining chairs and taking a seat.<br/><br/>"Very pretty! I'm not sure how long it's going to stay white if you plan on wearing that outside the city, but very pretty none the less."