I stepped into the bathing chambers, the steam hitting me like I'd opened a pot. Communal baths like the ones Paladins generally used were common. Hell, we had a few back at the House. This one, though? It felt… different. Much different. Maybe it was because I was with my lover's brother and dad, plus a handful of who I assumed were retired paladins who looked like they could still bench-press a dragon, and the butlers hovering around like they were ready to scrub our backs at a moment's notice.
So, I decided to focus back on the bathing chamber itself. The chamber had these vaulted ceilings that echoed with the low murmur of voices and sounds of water running from the many faucets around the room. Torches flickered in sconces, casting that golden glow over everything, and the air smelled like minerals and soap. It was that fancy stuff, too, not the cheap shit in the hotel. Likely imported from Eshil.
