Chapter 1 - A Tale of Two Cities

She is ready to check things out...

By this point, the sun has started to set on Baldur's Gate, and as you make your way through the streets, you notice lamplighters emerging. Tarina leads you through the streets, and eventually she stops.

"That's it right there."

The bathhouse is a one-story stuccoed building with stained-glass windows and clay roof tiles. Ten-foot-tall walls enclose a large courtyard outside the southeast corner of the building. The closed wooden doors to the courtyard are engraved with images of smiling nymphs dancing and frolicking in water.

Tarina looks at the four of you, then at the bathhouse. "So...listen...I don't really do fights well. You don't need me here, do you?"

Shargon says to her realizing she is probably be more of a hindrance, How about we meet back up at the inn? That work for you?

Shargon is already getting keyed up for the fight. She is more then ready for combat. And no doubt wanting it.

She looks at you for a moment. "Umm...how about I'll let Zodge know how to get a hold of me if you need me. No way I'm heading back to that inn until Dead Eye is out of town."

She turns down the street, then looks back at you. "Thanks again...good luck."

That works. Keep safe. Shargon turns back to doing what they are planning to do.

Sam gives the situation a quick analysis.
What do you say? Go in to take a bath, see where it heads? Have one cover the back, and join us when or if the rumble starts?

Shargon just says Front Door works fine. as she is holding her quarterstaff handy.

"A forward approach might be best, but we should keep in mind that the true evils may be hiding from us, should we enter so brazenly." Harmony tells them, ready to take point and lead them into the belly of the beast. She looks to her brother briefly, "I expect you will keep your eyes peeled."

Should they be hiding, I could reveal my heritage while bathing. It tends to draw them out. Its sounds like Sam is speaking from past experience.

Shargon says as she observes, Now is a good time. She leads off to the door with full intentions on pounding on it. Calling, I want a bath! in her barbarianish way.

Shargon pounds hard and even strikes it with her quarterstaff, NOW. Not morning. When I get hold of you. You will understand NOW.

Harmony tries to suppress a smirk. "You really do know how to get right to the point," she mutters to Shargon. "A true skill."

Amnon shrugs to the rest, "What if we were to say that we’ve been sent on business for the dead three?"