Krakas sniffed the air. To be honest, it was starting to get a little musty in here. "A bath sounds lovely," she said, getting up from the bed. "Show me where it is."

The bathhouse turned out to be right in the center of the castle. The court of former Traeton was notoriously decadent, and thus protected most severely their centers of pleasure. Thus, even after a long siege, the room still remained opulent, with minimal damage. Elated, Krakas slipped out of her robe and sank into the water, caring little of modesty.