31st of Spring
Soothing Waters Bath and Massage
20th Bell
Soothing Waters Bath and Massage
20th Bell
The white towel hit the ground, piling up around a pair of sweaty feet that stepped out of it quickly before gently testing the water, recoiling slightly at the heat of the bath before tentatively pushing forward once more, letting the hot, pure water enveloped the pale skin. Gracelessly a pair of legs followed, and not soon after the unmentionables slipped into the steaming water with a flash of ginger hair. A satisfying sigh echoed throughout the private room as the figure was fully submerged in the warm bath, taking a moment to just float in the water and savour the moment.
It had been a long day, just another one to add to the torturous season so far, he found himself more and more questioning his decision to join with the Syliran Knights, often he couldn't even answer why he had, more and more relying on dismissing it jokingly about the women or the shiny armour. He had woken up before the sun had even broken to head down the stables and ride that insufferable old mountain pony while Ser Theron barked orders at him. As soon as his patron was satisfied by his performance they moved onto the training yard where Theron had once again insisted on making sure every muscle he used ached and groaned while bruises and graze smothered his body. In fact that had put him such a miserable mood he had decided to sneak off when he had been ordered to head to the target range, and ended up wandering around the city, looking for something to pique his interest.
A blacksmiths caught his eye, long had he been using loaned weaponry from the knights but it's quality was subpar at best of the squires and wanted some autonomy away from the knights so he found himself wandering it to the stuffy forge, his eyes scanning the vast array of weaponry, all of it designed for one reason and one reason only. He had placed an order for a shortspear with a gruff looking weaponsmith called Yorick, he seemed skilled enough to Joren but he said he'd pass the order on to a more skilled crafter, failing to mention a name or perhaps Joren had just forgotten it, but he assured Joren that he would be satisfied with his request.
With that issue settled there was little else for Joren to do but to wander back around the city, eventually stumbling across the baths. At first he had been reluctant, but a quick sniff under his armpits revealed the fact that he really need a long, cleansing wash so he entered somewhat tentatively into the finely crafted stone baths. The place seemed quiet enough, the falling sun meant most of the rabble had left, casting the stone in a pale orange that made the entire building glow and resonate in its warmth.
"I just want one of those special services... With one of those women... Or men, whatever you can find" A particularly fat, hairy drunkard slurred to the receptionist who looked positively disgusted and welcomed the appearance of a more normal looking customer "I'm just looking for a bath, a private one if you could."
"We do have one free... I don't suppose you'd be opposed to sharing, we get quite a few customers at this time of day and we're already pretty full for privacy."
"As long as it isn't this guy..." He had replied, sticking his thumb toward the drunk who had began singing incoherently as he eyed Joren up greedily "I'm happy to share"
"Good to hear it, with all that armour I'm guessing you are knight so that'll be five silvers..."
Toren had handed over the money and entered the lockers, undressing and wrapping a towel around him in one swift motion as he looked over his shoulder warily, the image of the drunkard eying him up still firmly imprinted in his mind. Undisturbed though he currently sat on the far side of the steaming bath, his pale skin reddening in the hot water as he washed it vigorously, eager to get the stench of discipline off his body.
