Aerrea took the two out of the tavern and via one of the larger streets which were parallel to the river they made it to the sea side. There she took them to a large bathhouse, or terma how did the Alagorians call them. She stepped inside and a procedure followed: "Good day, please leave your weapons here." After which Aerrea and the two had no choice but to leave their weapons here and proceed, after a hired mage used a spell to reveal any weapon which they might have tried to hide, which was none since they had no reason to do it, to a corridor which allowed them to enter in one of the three areas in which the terma was organized - male only, female only and mixed. Without a second thought Aerrea entered the mixed area changing room without waiting for the other two to follow her ...

After being on his feet for a bit, Zinzie got enough balance to slowly hobble after them. He tried to retain what little dignity he had left. He managed to keep up with the other two on their way to the bathhouse, even if he dragged behind a little. He'd been inside a few before, but never one so nice. It was clean inside, offering a wide array of cleansing goods and services. Zinzie paused to sniff some fancy soaps that some woman was trying to sell. They smelled very good, but he didn't have the money for such luxuries. Another woman was offering massages for weary travelers. One person specialized in trimming and cleaning feet and toenails. Zinzie got a few strange looks as he slowly made his way by. He honestly wasn't paying enough attention see where his comrades were leading him.

When Zinzie looked up and found himself inside the mixed changing area, one usually used by couples or such, he was a bit taken aback. Whenever he'd visited a bathhouse, he typically went to males' side. No matter. He supposed they came here to discuss plans, so splitting up would be rather counter productive. Zinzie was tempted to sit down on one of the offered benches, but opted against it. He figured if he did, he'd have trouble getting back up. Instead, he leaned against a wall for support as he wiggled out of his poor, raggy excuse for pants. He pitifully folded them up and set them down on a nearby bench; they were his only clothes, and he couldn't afford to throw them away.

Zinzie carefully made his way towards the bath area. The air was steamy and the stone floor was wet; he couldn't risk a fall. He grabbed an offered washcloth and towel as he went down the steps that led into the room that held the pool. There were a few other people there, but at this time of day, it was fairly vacant. The pool was about waist deep with steaming water. Zinzie wasn't sure how it was heated; perhaps a charcoal fire underneath the stone, or maybe even magic. He sat down on the edge and eased himself in, wincing every time the warm water touched an open wound. When he was finally sitting all the way down in the pool, he let himself relax. He couldn't remember the last time he had a nice, warm bath, but he knew that he usually enjoyed it.

It didn't take long for the water around him to begin to turn cloudy. Zinzie used the washcloth to scrub the caked dirt off of his skin, face, and out of his hair. His limp, overgrown hair began to perk back up with curls as the water ran through it.

The elf walked confidently on the board walk of the Kaymarian port town. The elf in question was the weathered sailor and semi-experienced adventurer, Eoin Lonne'lle. After grabbing a quick bite at a food stand Eoin began to think about his future, especially the part that involves the treasure. The elf, Eoin, was going to find the Well of Wishes and he already knew his wish, tons upon tons of gold. Sure such a wish could undermine an economy or two, but that didn't really matter to Eoin. Now Eoin had to find a partner, to help him or so he could manipulate whomever it is. According to most stories there's always somebody in the tavern. Now Eoin had his plan in motion, albiet slowly.

The Elf Eoin drank slowly. The tavern's dark, rather dank, atmosphere seemed like the perfect breeding ground for a prime companion. His eye's scanned the crowded bar and he spotted a shirtless muscle bound orc. After a five to ten minute talk Eoin realized that the Orc was a gentleman of the night and he slowly backed off.

As the night continued Eoin unsuccessfully and he began to drink away the stipend from his last job. The bar was slowly draining away leaving the Elf to his misery.

Kayetan tailed behind the other two as they made their way towards the bathhouse. He kept a hand near his sword and the other near his side-arm, the sword-breaker. He had not forgotten that Zinzie had apparently escaped from captivity, and there was always the possibility that his captors would be coming to retrieve their prisoner. Kayetan kept his head low as he scanned his surroundings, making sure that there were no threats around the three of them. While Kayetan was well-aware that any would-be attacker would be accosted by the city guard long before they would be in range to be a threat to the three of them, he figured that there was absolutely no harm in simply being cautious.

It did not take long for them to reach the bathhouse, and Kayetan was somewhat surprised that he had missed it earlier as it was close to the pier where he had disembarked. He could even smell the fragrant scents of soaps from the outside. The clean interior, coupled with the relaxing scents almost made Kayetan drop his guard, but it did not take long for him to remember that he was here for business and not leisure. He was rather dismayed that he needed to hand his weapons over, but he supposed that it was for the best. All that steam and water would not be good at all for the metal of his blades and the wooden stock of his gun.

"This might take a while," He muttered as he removed his sheaths from his belt as fast as he could and placed them on the counter. He removed the bandoleer he wore across his body and held it for a moment before handing it over to the attendant behind the counter. "Keep them dry." He said curtly and unslung his rifle before handing it over as well. "This too."

He moved off to follow Aerrea, but stopped short when he saw her enter the mixed changing area. However, his surprise only lasted for a few seconds before he realized that having them separate into the gendered areas would be counterproductive. Taking in a deep breath, Kayetan followed in after her and immediately felt his body being enveloped by a thick cloud of steam. His coat suddenly felt damp and very uncomfortable. Letting out a sigh, he undid his wasitbelt and removed his coat, draping it over his arm as he walked over to a bench and sat down. Warm baths were common in the cold north, but warmth, like many things, was relative. Kayetan was quite certain that what was considered warm in Lemea might very well be scalding hot to him.

Kayetan did not know whether Aerrea was going to change out of her clothes, and so he kept his eyes glued to the ground as he spoke. "So, Aerrea, care to elaborate on your plan and mission?"

A Certain Tavern Somewhere in Kaymari...

<Wow, human cities really are wierd...I can't see the sky at all!>

Aes'tille sits invisibly behind an unused mug, closely examining the various tavern-goers as they laughed, drank and sometimes fell over. She had heard of a place like this in the old legends, but she had never thought she might someday visit one. Excitement wells up inside of her tiny chest, as she peeks her head over the mug to take a look at the nearest patrons.

An Elf, an Orc and a bard walk into the bar. She finds this strangely amusing, but she can't quite tell why. She watches the Elf, who talks to the Orc for a while before sitting down at one of the immense stools and ordering some kind of drink. All sorts of exciting details pop out at her excitable fairy brain, details like clothing. The clothing on these people.

Back home, she wasn't used to seeing clothing outside of a few fancy-pants, but here it seemed almost everybody was covered in the stuff. She would have to bring this revelation back to her people, once she was done her quest.

Suddenly, a brick wall of realization strikes the Fairy so hard, she nearly tumbles from her minuscule hiding spot. <Of course,> she could recruit heroes here, just like the Great Hero herself had done. Resolving to find an epic hero to help her out, preferably on with comfortable hair, she pops out of her hiding spot. Fluttering casually across the bar and landing on the nose of the elf, she stares him right in the eyes (invisibly, of course.) He seemed interesting enough, with a cool sorta gleam in his eyes. <The gleam of adventure>, she mused, tilting her head to get a better look at his elf-ness. He seemed elfy enough, he must have been some kind of super elf, one with special elf powers or something. This was all it took to convince the miniature hero that he was the elf for her, and she wasted no time becoming visible right in front of his face and waving-

"Hi! I'm Aes'tille! Join my team, I wanna go on a quest!"

Eoin probably wouldn't realize it, but the Fairy had revealed herself to him alone. To the rest of the bar, she was still entirely invisible, lest they decide to wash down their water with a little stardust. Aes'tille wonders curiously if the elf had any Fairy-sized clothes for her, since she felt a little left out, but somehow she knew that he held nothing of the sort.

Damian had hoped others would have come to him quickly, but alas, he was left sitting alone at his table with a large pitcher of alcohol and a whole roasted duck. He took a few sips of the alcohol and ate half the duck before Morgan had reawaken. As per usual, she began to irritate him with commands to speak to others, but by the time he finally decided to do as she said simply to silence her, the original party she mentioned had left. But still Morgan began to prod his mind, and all the while Damian struggled to keep his wits about himself. He left his table and began to walk around aimlessly before he spotted and elf drowning his sorrows away. He was as good as any, the demon figured, and walked over to the elf. Unbeknownst to the demon, there was an invisible little fairy speaking to the same elf. He could have detected the trace amount of magic from the fairy, had Damian not been preoccupied trying to silence Morgan with his single minded focus to speak to the elf. "You there, elf. I take it you too are heading towards the Well of Wishes?"

Aerrea quickly slipped out of her clothing and without waiting or turning towards the Svekkeren said: "Kayetan, since I know that your race is not to fond of heat I suggest that we make way for the seawater bath, I am guessing that a Alagorina terma of this size and near the sea has it. At this time of the year the water is probably to cold for the taste of most Alagorians and travelers so it should be nearly empty from people and thous a perfect place for us to talk. I will be waiting you there!"
Then she stepped into the white tiled-floors of the baths where the other of the other of the two man, the one which said that he was the king of the Wandering Nation, was already busy cleaning himself. With no wish to bother him she walked towards the doorless entrance marked with a big green & blue tile above it, the way to the seawater and the cold baths, and passed trough the cold bath room only to stop after crossing into the entrance, marked with a green tile above the entrance, into the seawater room. Like the name suggested it was a room in which water from sea was flowing into the pool trough pipes and due to the time of the year it was only filled with a few travelers that liked or didn't mind (as long as they would be left almost alone) the cold water. After a few quick glances she found a spot where the shallower parts of the pool were far enough from the other people in this room and waited for Kayetan to show up, she was easy to spot since no other woman was present in this area.

"No, it is-" Kayetan began and looked back at Aerrea, but she had already left for the seawater baths. He let out a sigh that was a mix of both resignation and frustration. While he appreciated Aerrea's concern for his comfort, he would have preferred it if she just told him about her mission right then and there rather than having to move into another room. Still, he supposed that he had no one else to blame aside from himself; he had his chance to back out of the whole thing back at the tavern, but he had agreed to at the very least hear her out and that was what he was going to do.

Collecting his items in his arms, he stood up and cast a glance over to Zinzie. "Not sure if you heard, but we will be in the seawater baths." He told him and pointed in the general direction of the doorway. "Enjoy your bath. You definitely look like you need it."

Kayetan followed Aerrea's footsteps into the seawater baths and felt the difference the instance he stepped through the doorway. Gone was feeling of heavy steam clouds enveloping his body, it was replaced by a cooling sensation that he found to be rather enjoyable. He spotted Aerrea in a shallow part of the pool, isolated from whatever few people there were in the room. Walking around the perimeter of the pool, Kayetan walked towards her. As he approached her, he quickly noticed the lack of clothes on her. While he was no prude, it had been a very long time since he had seen a woman with so few clothes on. Furthermore, she was a stranger and that made Kayetan feel slightly more uncomfortable.

"So," He began and cleared his throat, clearing his head of all thoughts except for those with regards to Aerrea's mission. He took a seat on the bench behind her, not wanting to take a bath so soon after having crossed an ocean. The daily sea sprays had given him a year's worth of showers and baths over the course of a mere fortnight. "Can we talk now?"

Once Zinzie was scrubbed free of dirt, he let himself relax. He sat against the wall of the pool, arms rested on the edge. He looked very pleased. Zinzie only a cracked his eyes open to smile and nod at Aerrea and Kayetan as they walked by. He didn't have much interest in venture planing. He was more willing to go with whatever they planned than to leave the hot water and follow them.

However, he did have to leave eventually. When Zinzie got out, he got his towel and wrapped it around himself. He grabbed his shabby pair of pants as he headed to find somewhere to wash them. It didn't take him long to find one of the young maids that worked there. He asked her about a clothes washing room, to which she blushed slightly and led him off to. Zinzie, unaware that his naked and towel wrapped state may make other people uncomfortable, followed her as he was.

The maid was kind enough to offer to wash the pants for him. Zinzie smiled and let her do so. He sat back down to rest again and watch. When she finished and set the pants out to dry, the maid happened to turn and notice one of his wounds.
"That looks pretty bad. Do you want me to bandage it for you?" Zinzie glanced down at it, then back at her.
"If you don't mind. I have several more."

The maid led him to another room where he could sit down while she fetched bandages and alcohol. Zinzie was very disappointed to find that the alcohol was for his wounds, not him. He tried not to squirm and make a fuss as the maid cleaned and wrapped his wounds, although it was pretty hard. The alcohol stung like a thousand ants. When she was done, Zinzie asked if he could borrow the scissors she had used to cut the bandages; he wanted to cut his hair. The maid smiled and offered to do it for him, so he let her. When she finished, Zinzie stood and thanked her for her kindness. He gave a kiss on both cheeks, a sign of appreciation among his people. This made the maid turn a bright shade of red.

"I don't have anything to pay you with," He said. "But thank you for helping me." She only giggled and dismissed his concern for her payment. The young maid flitted off to find her friends, perhaps to gossip and giggle some more. Zinzie didn't know. He re-adjusted his towel and went to join the other two in the seawater room. With his hair cut, skin clean, and wounds bandaged, he was starting to look like his old self. All he needed was to fill in his bony form some more and he'd be good as new.

(Sorry for such a long time since the last post - abnormal stuff happened in the few last days so I cloud not catch an opportunity to sit down and write a reply)

Aerrea looked at Keyatan and said: "No problem. I doubt that anyone cloud hear us without using magic and I would know is that was going on. Let me first give you some news from home. The Geworians launched another attack, this time they tried to land quite north, using warriors from the newest converts to the Mersian faith the brute and savage Leamors from northern Everan which were experienced in both cold climate and coastal assaults. Using this newest fighters Geworia managed to gain a foothold. But the Great Follower of Leam, a matriarchal society in the central area of our continent managed to commander a fleet of privateers and harass the naval supplies of the Geworians while your father, voted Army Leader (Seyur military function of leading joined Seyur armed forces) since he lead multiple raids against the area in question, forced the Geworians all the way back to the coastal forts that they erected. That is where the reports which reached Orientar stop, some three weeks before today. Your mother is fine and your fellow clan members which didn't march into war barred a unusually harsh winter with not troubles. Outside of our own continent there are hints of trouble in Dorme, something about an aggressive spread of Mersain faith. There are rumors about the Imass (Emperor) of Siramassar (Sira's Empire, a large country spawning from south Everan trough most of central Lowenar) planning a large holy war on Geworia. A small revolt of Sirawisam followers is shaking up the Yihu Empire in Orientar. Sorka's crown prince is sending expeditions north into the tropical parts of south Lowenar. The people of the Birian Islands have captured another of the forts that symbolize Geworia's hold on that country. Oh I got sidetracked with the usual habit of us informants, we can go on and on about situations that go on in each part of the world."
She stopped to catch her breath and clear her thoughts before proceeding: "Now as for my mission. Well the information about the Well of Wishes was flowing into our information grid for quite some time but we disregarded it as just a local myth. Until three weeks ago that is when a suggestion about it being real, or at least something with good opportunities for people being there, came in. The report came from one of our agents in Alagoria which managed to get a hold on an military report from Fort Ligura about a man which came back escorted by warriors clad in armor never seen and with an cart full of gold. He told that he got the things from the Well of Wishes, but I doubt it, he probably reached some country and somehow earned the money and escorts after giving up on finding the Well. Intrigued by a possible ally rich in gold and unknown to anyone, the higher-ups decided to send their nearest experienced adventurer agent on the field, and that was me. Since some also wish to believe in the Well of Wishes, which would probably be a powerful magical artifact, I was given three missions, to find this country, to try and start trading and diplomatic relationship with the unknown country and finally if possible to find the Well of Wishes. So here I am in Kaymari. If you have any questions feel free to ask."
She took a quick glance over the room, but it was obvious that the only thing that people were staring at was her bust not her moths. Looks like agents of other factions knew how easily they cloud have been located in such an empty place. Aerrea let some of her guard down, with wishes of being back on the road as soon as possible, enemy agents were much harder to find amongst lots of people ...

Kayetan blinked several times after hearing the deluge of information from Aerrea. "Right," He said numbly, his mind still processing everything. The one thing he had picked up, aside from what she had said about her reason for being in Kaymari, was the part about his father and another attempt by the Geworians to invade and crush the Yaes Numir Seyur. He did not know much about these Leamors, but he was not surprised to hear that they had been defeated. The Svekkern and Vastermannen had faced just about every single race or species the Geworians had thrown against the Yaes Numir Seyur, and even in defeat the Commonwealth proved to have the superior warriors.

"Glad to hear that my family is safe," Kayetan said. "Good thing for the Geworians. They have been facing mainly Svekkern and Vastermannen armies so far. Had they invaded Commonwealth territory or even entered Commonwealth territory, we might have had to use the tribal auxiliaries and militias." He said and felt and involuntary shudder run down his spine. There was a reason most of the soldiers at the front were Svekkern, Vastermannen or at the very least from a tribe that had been part of the Commonwealth for at least three generations. Most of the newer members of the Commonwealth still fought using their tribal methods; heavy emphasis on scaring the enemy so badly that they run with their tails between their legs and never come back to bother you. They fought well, but they would have given the Commonwealth a bad name had they been at the front.

As for everything else Aerrea had said about the rest of the world, he did not care. Those lands were much too far away to have any effect on the Commonwealth. "So, in summary," Kayetan said and cleared his throat, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. "You are looking for a well that might not exist, which your superiors apparently do not, and to find a nation that might not exist. In other words, you are chasing an illusion." He said, perhaps sounding a bit harsher than he had intended, but she was the one who wanted to work with him, so she had better get used to his bluntness. "I cannot say that I am confident about that...Idea, but it is intriguing, and it would give me the adventure I seek."

He leaned back and looked at the doorway he had came through earlier. "I think you should tell Zinzie what you told me, just for fairness." He said, then looked back at her, doing his best to keep his eyes on her face and not her body. He lambasted himself mentally for having such little self-control; he was no scoundrel who would be so distracted by the mere sight of the naked female form, he was a soldier, and he had much more discipline than that. Kayetan cleared his throat again and looked back at the doorway. "Speaking of which, I thought he would have joined us. Shall we call for him?"

About that time, Zinzie strode in and plopped himself down on the edge of the pool by them. He dangled his feet into the water and smiled. "Having a nice bath?" He asked, "I think I feel like a new man, myself." He didn't seem too concerned with the lack of clothing on either of them. His people's culture was one that didn't breed shame of the body. They bathed whenever they got the chance, often in rivers or lake water. Men and women bathed together and, because most of them had done so their whole lives, they had few problems.

"Did you figure out the plans you were hoping to make?" He wasn't sure what they wanted to do about this whole 'wish fountain' thing, but if they were willing to help him, he was up for anything. He was just happy to be able to enjoy freedom once more. Perhaps the days between him and his reunion with his people would finally be numbered.

Aerrea begun: "Well we ..." But then she heard Zinzie speak so she changed: "Well looks like you joined us on your own. As for the ultimate goal, well that stays the same, reaching the Well of Wishes. As for what is our next course of action well, we have two possible ways, first is to travel to Ligura Fort from which multiple paths branch off and the second is to head for Covania from where we can ride a ship to Yana. I prefer heading to Ligura Fort myself but since we are a group we shall decide as a group. Well there are many paths to chose but Semara is our first stop anyways so we still have time to decide or change opinions while on our way there. So for now the destination is the port town of Semara."
She stood up and turned, her body as nude as it was when she came into the world, to search along the edge of the pool for one of the towels, which soon found itself in her hands. She stepped out and begun wiping the sea water of her body with the nice and warm towel, they probably headed some extra air together with the water for the warm water and sauna so they used some way to move it all the way trough the building and warm the whole place as well as the small holes along the pools in which towels rested while not in use. Aerrea continued to wipe her body while waiting for a response from the two...

"It seems your mind has been made up, with or without our input." Kayetan quipped and stood up. There was no discontent in his voice; he was merely pointing out the obvious as far as he was concerned. Besides, it was not like he had any other ideas, he had quite literally just set foot onto Lemea. Kayetan set down his pack on the bench and threw his coat over his shoulders before picking it back up and throwing it on. There did not seem to be anything else left to be said; Aerrea had made her decision and Zinzie seemed to be coming along.

"When do we leave?" He asked.