"It might be a good idea to keep a low flame going underneath the barrels to heat the water. Keep it warm," she suggested, heading for the discreet door. It had been a long while since she'd had a bath, or even used soap. She was looking forward to this immensely. She stepped inside and shut the door behind her, giddy to see the rounded bowl-like depression in the floor and the pipe above it, with water dripping from the place it was capped. Inside the castle, it would at least be lukewarm. She uncapped the pipe and let the stone tub fill while she undressed.

She took her time in the bath, making sure every inch of her was clean and fresh, especially her hair, which could almost hold a shape on it's own before being washed. She couldn't stand being so filthy on her travels, and had always put her coin to use by taking hot baths in every decent inn she occupied. And she always carried unscented soaps in her satchel in case she had to bathe in a river or lake. She didn't just hate filth, she loved bathing. Almost as much as she loved fighting.

Once she was finished, she pulled a little cork in the bottom of the tub that she supposed must lead to another barrel, this one for dirty water. How clever. Then she dried off with one of the thick, fluffy towels hanging up near the door and braided her hair before pulling on her clothes. She exited the room and started pulling on her gear. "I'll be gone no more than four days. I'm going to take one of the horses from the stable so I can move around the city easily. Don't worry, I won't take Caego," she sighed. "He'd stand out for miles." She tugged on her boots and cloak, then retrieved her mask from where it hung next to the bed.

"Try not to die while I'm gone. That would make for an awkward return, don't you think?" She gave a grin and tied on her mask. She howled softly, then stole out the window with a quiet laugh.