After finishing breakfast, the three exchanged some small talk before Leon finally excused himself, once more offering to Ibdur to come along since it would undoubtedly be more exciting than sitting around a tavern. Together, the pair stepped outside and Leon seemed to pick a direction at random to walk.

Despite the tenseness in the air of a city that was still very much being fought over, and the violence was often far too close for comfort. As Leon and Ibdur walked, Leon made it a point to ask Ibdur about any stories he happened to want to share. About his battles, about his faith in Tempus, even his family history unless Ibdur seemed specifically put off by the questions. He did his best to listen when he could, but the main point was to make them seem like two men out on a walk in earnest conversation. Leon, of course, was also taking note of guard positions and their patrol routes. Even men of chaos became creatures of habit when their days were allowed to become routine. 

He let Ibdur pick out lunch and then paid for it out of his coin, hoping maybe enough small acts of friendship would help keep the dwarf on their side. Despite their differences in faith, he would hate to have to murder one of his only two companions. It was hard enough for him to keep an eye out for anyone following them even with the dwarf's help, removing 50% of the people he was supposed to be able to go to for help would cripple their chances of success as it is.

"For what it's worth, thank you for putting up with this business. I know mine, and particularly our companions methods are not your usual or even your preferred style of handling trouble," he said idly, "come on, the bathhouse is this way and they had some half-decent looking serving ladies. At worst we might get a decent bath and our clothing cleaned, at best... well, the city always has a way to mix business and pleasure."

The bathhouse was a bit public for Leon's taste. Then again so was every place they went that wasn't a dank hideout. Still it was serviceable, had clean water, and the serving men and women were at least above average in attractiveness. The price was twice what their services would have cost in a regular city, but Leon paid without even trying to haggle, knowing that it was better in such places to appear as though you had coin that could be earned. As was the norm, they were given a set of underclothes to change into and then guided to a communal bath that was kept warm and was occasionally splashed with aromatic herbs and flowers. Leon had taken his entire belt with him as he sent the rest of his clothes to be laundered, his mask moved to pouch in which he normally kept his potions. Leon dipped into the water, allowing the warmth to seep into his skin and muscles and relax nearly a week of marching and sleeping in awkward places out of his body. 

An attendant brushed their fingers along the back of his shoulders, the woman smiling in a way that promised extra services could be on the table for the right price. Leon declined anything more personal than a neck rub. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to the women here it was more that he knew they would never really see the real him. Even as he relaxed in the tub he was maintaining a mask of his own, pretending that he was just another adventurer that had stumbled into some coin and was looking for more work. And adventurer that might be desperate enough to cut anyone who provided him with information in on any coin he might earn because of it. He kept a distant eye on Ibdur, wanting the dwarf to relax himself and enjoy his own time that Leon was paying for. 

After the bath, Leon and Ibdur checked their gear and headed back towards the inn again. It was good to feel somewhat clean again, and Leon had even managed to charm his way into using one of the male attendant's razor to trim back his beard growth. Leon stepped through the doors to the inn, immediately looking for their third partner.