Kayden stepped past the dripping, recently dressed Bergoda and headed into the quaint little room where the bath was held. The walls were stone and the roof was wooden, probably because the room was mainly used for storage below. Being in the castle proper would have led to every inch being made of stone. Only pragmatic and defensible that way. 

He had dearly hoped that new water would be drawn for each bath, and to his delight he was correct. Not that he cared too much, at least not as much as his old self. The younger Prince Kayden would have scoffed at the very notion of getting himself unnecessarily dirty, but after having led sellswords for a few years, he did what he had to, when he had to. 

The water was warm and the soap was real, and he made sure to scrub every inch of himself. The dungeon had been dark, grimey, and grim. He washed all of that away, and when he emerged from the tub he was clean in mind and body. Placing on leather trousers and a linen shirt that made him look more like a fit, handsome young farmer rather than the dashing adventurer he was, he set off up the stairs. He stopped beside the group, still rubbing his thick hair with a cloth. "Who's next lads?"