Alistair soaked up as much of the sexual energy as he could from what felt like multiple sources in the bathhouse. His own yearns were never sated, however after a time the moans silenced, the musky scent vanished from the air, and his own excitement waned. He emerged from the bath dripping now tepid water and dried himself with the materials provided before donning his dinner clothes. White linen shirt, leather pants, and a pair of boots. Not incredibly extravagant but nice enough to have the 'feast of champions' he would wager. He thanks the young halfling woman that drew his bath and got directions to the feast.<br/><br/>Alistair walks into the room appearing quite bold to his purpose as he stands next to Charlotte. He notices she is quiet and decides to break that silence. "You know the problem with getting lost in thought?" He says casually. "It often takes a guide to bring you back to reality." He steps forward and pulls out her chair for her. "Please..."<br/>