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?"