It had been a while since Gerult had gotten an opportunity for a bath. After his last job, slaughtering a community of goblins who wouldn't stop stealing, raping, then eating the farmer's livestock, he had decided he needed a bit of city life again. Countless nights spent sleeping on the earth and washing in ponds had him looking forward to the first hot water bath available.
With this in mind he had left his small pack behind in his room and traveled from the inn to the baths.
The city seemed to have potential, it didn't have much competition in his way of traveling to it, and already it seemed to have some of the more attractive women he had seen in a very long time.
The dusty leather garbed wanderer slung the doors of the bath wide....