At the Baths
The bath is comfortably hot, just a tad warmer than what would be described as warm. For the beginning at least, the few of you had the place to yourself, for a good twenty minutes or so.
That was before a large group intruded upon your peaceful little soak, some of them barely able to stand on their own. Several males make their way over to the side of the room partitioned off from your section, while five females — four human and one that is vaguely elf-like, with long, notched ears, narrow eyes and white fur nearly stumble into your pool, giggling and pushing each other as they enter. The majority of them look clearly inebriated.
