Gallus stopped and put his hands on his hips, looking up at the welkynd stones. "Well, the whole canal was frozen solid when we found it. Everyone figured that it was some kind of water source that flowed at some point, so Darahil took a look at it. I don't exactly know what he did, but he used some magic on those pillars and the stones started to glow a little less. After about a day, the water was flowing again. At first we thought he had activated a slumbering volcano underneath the surface, but the water is pure and tasteless. Not only that..." Gallus stepped up to the edge of the stream, knelt down, and dipped his hand in. He got up and showed his hand steaming. He wasn't burning, but the effect was communicated, "...the magic in the pillars keeps it between warm and tepid. Not quite like a hot spring, but much better than the cold outside. If you're thirsty, come here."

Gallus turned around to leave, as there wasn't much else in the room, but he stifled a laugh on their way out. "You know, washing up in this place is probably better than most places in Tamriel. We even picked up an initiate who knew how to make soap out of all the carcasses we go through. Not bad for a bunch of lycans, huh? Especially with this ahead." Gallus took them to the chamber on their right as they exited the pillar room, it was the chamber with many the many voices coming from it.

What they entered to see was another large chamber, not quite as large as the hub, but still enough to fit many people. About a third of the chamber was walkable stone, while the rest was flooded nearly to the point of spilling over the stone. There were a couple of staircases into the water from the floor, where some people were entering and exiting the water. As was common with lycans, nudity did not seem to have impact. Most of the noise was echoing from a group of children playing on the far end of the pool and causing most of the ripples. There were a few benches skirting the wall where people were scrubbing themselves or getting dressed as well. "Now you probably don't want to drink the water here. We've used it to bathe for long enough that those that can dive down to the bottom tell tales of a soft sludge forming on the floor." Gallus let out a laugh, "We didn't even think this was a bath chamber until Darahil thawed the canal. It still might not be and we simply flooded this place due to the drain here caving in ages ago." Gallus pointed to the far end of the pool, where excess water was spilling into an opening in the wall at about the rate that it was flowing in, "You can see that there's another drain, obviously the builders of this place thought ahead far enough, but a lot of gunk stays around deeper down. We haven't worked out how to drain and clean it properly. Still good for cleaning yourself, though." Gallus nudged Tzirret and chuckled, causing the boy to tense up even more, "I remember when we first brought Tzirret in. He had so much dirt on him, we didn't even know his fur was grey until we threw him in here. Remember that, kid?"

Tzirret blinked, but didn't look up. "Yes," he mumbled, clearly less enthused than Gallus, "I remember."

"Ah, he's just shy 'cos he doesn't speak much Cyrodilic. Well, that and he's always been afraid of anything to do with Hircine. It was to do with how he was turned." Gallus roughly brought his arm around Tzirret's shoulder and pushed their sides together, "Meesei and her pack aren't going to hurt you. Loosen up, already."

Despite the encouragement, Tzirret respond with an annoyed glance at Gallus and a few words. "Do not say this!" he hissed quietly, slightly embarrassed.

Fendros and Janius seemed too distracted by the amazing warm pool in front of them to pay heed to Gallus and Tzirret right now. The last thing they expected to find in such a place was a public bath. Sabine, however, felt sympathy for the Khajiit. She wasn't sure that it was appropriate to comfort him, though. He was still technically a stranger.