Tyrael would soon arrive to the bath house. He was honestly surprised by it's presence. Not only was there a place to wash in the middle of this desert, but it was much larger than he thought it'd be. In his travels he has seen many bath houses that were little more than a room that contained large barrels still water. And you often had to pay extra for soap or heat. But this place looked more akin to an inn. [color=00a651]"Fancy."[/color] Tyrael said quietly to himself. So far Zastriel reported no issues with Lynn, so Tyrael didn't really feel the need to check on her. If anything he himself was due for a bath: he hasn't washed since he had began his trek through the desert and certainly knew he needed a proper bath. Lynn's watery healing magic may have treated his wounds but not his stench. And so Tyrael would enter, noticing that the sides were gender segregated. However he doubts there would be any men in the bath right now: with how tense things are due to the bandit attack he was certain every able bodied man was out and about. So Tyrael entered the men's side.

Slowly and methodically Tyrael began to disarm and disrobe himself. He hadn't properly taken off his garment for many days, and once removed from his skin he'd notice the awful stench. [color=00a651]"Disgusting."[/color] Blood, sweat, and filth caked his inner clothes and he knew he would need to get them washed. But he would do so personally, likely now. He wasn't sure what this build's policy on bringing clothes to wash was but Tyrael didn't care, so he brought his dirty laundry with him into the baths, along with a scrubbing stone. It's what he usually used to clean his things, and he wished he had soap, but such a thing was an expensive luxury. It was either soap or coco powder.

Enter the men's baths Tyrael was surprised to see that these baths were not only quite large but also heated. Most bath houses didn't have more than one room, and the water had to be preboiled. [color=00a651]"They must be built on an oasis."[/color] Regardless Tyrael entered the bath, ignorant of the other presence in the room. He was quite frankly just glad to have a hot bath. It has been too long. Excitement filled his body as he set aside his laundry and got into the steaming hot waters. As soon as he put his foot in Tyrael bit his lip to suppress any noise he'd make. It hurt, but only because it's been so long since he felt such pleasure. Slowly he entered the waters, allowing the heat to cover his body so much that it made him shake. While his body was still adapting to the heat he put his head into the water, combing his hair with his fingers before raising his head. [color=00a651]"Aaaaah... It's been too long since I've felt this good."[/color]

Of course it was only now that Tyrael began to notice something amiss. He had been careless; his guard was lowered. So eager was he to feel the water's warmth that he did not notice what was hidden in the steam. Another bather; another man that Tyrael didn't recognize. Likely someone who had been here already, perhaps even a villager. It was hard to identify him without clothes on. Tyrael looked at this person and said nothing. Perhaps if he didn't make a fuss, the other person would not even notice Tyrael. Slowly, quietly, Tyrael dragged his dirty clothes into the water and began to clean them as he kept his eye on the other person.