The group would move into the bath house together. Entering, things looked pretty official. Wood furnishing, clean cushions, and there was a desk with a receptionist sitting behind. A large burly orc stood near the door brandishing a wooden staff and some leather armor with the bath house's emblem on it, a uniform of sorts. He was likely a guard or bouncer for the bath house. The receptionist was a fairly old human woman who looked at the group with an indifferent smile. "Welcome to the White Waters Bathhouse. Are you here for an hourly bath, the day treatment, or just an appointment?" The old woman would show the group a menu with the bath house options.

The scent here was thick with incense and other artificial aromas. While it was certainly better than the muck and stink of the eastern ghettos, it was apparent that this place was trying to overpower the scent outside with the very strong scents here. Muffled behind wooden doors you could here chatter of bathers and some splashing of water, likely the baths themselves. On a display nearby were two robes, one of men and one for women, presumably to wear while within the bath house. Overall this place was an oddity in such a run down area, and it seemed to make efforts to look better than it's downtrodden neighbors.