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.