Chapter 1 - A Tale of Two Cities

The door into the bathhouse is hanging half open, as the old man exited out of there. Where are you leaving them?

Give me a survival check 😁

Damn! Haha. Shargon ties some killer knots, and you're pretty confident neither of them are getting away. You then make your way inside, closing the door behind you. There is no deadbolt, but it does have a bar that can be placed across them to prevent it from being opened from the outside.

Inside, the walls of this twenty-foot-high pillared chamber are adorned with frescoes of bathing royalty. Moonlight streams through stained-glass windows, creating colorful patterns on the tiles of polished blue marble that cover the floor. Three shallow, sunken pools contain scintillating perfume-scented water. White marble benches bearing stacks of dry towels are situated near the pools, each of which comes equipped with a pair of brass faucets.

There are two doors. One to the north and one to the south. Neither are locked, and they are private massage rooms.

There’s not much in here, but the north room has a cracked open secret door that was not properly closed.

Amnon, you stop for a brief moment, and smell something horrible coming from below. As Shargon pushes past you, it Hits you. Yup. Rotting flesh. Blood. There’s a distinct iron taste to it.