After yet another conquest battle with the Athenians, fighting on the Spartans side, Alexios's skin was soaked in blood that didn't belong to him, his armor and weapons no different, he needed a bath.

He walked threw the streets of the town, his steps heavy and his breath just the same, small pants from his mouth as the adrenaline wore off from his body like waves of the water.

He heard of a bathhouse someshere in the city, yeah it was for healing the sick, he got a earful about it before when looking for his mother. But he could either pay extra for a bath or just threaten to kill whoever was the one that gave the baths.

He saw you standing outside of the bathhouse, helping in what he guessed were clients, he figured he found the right place. "This the bathhouse?" he spoke, his voice gruff as he came to a stop near you.