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the guild of mercenaries for
their first night in the city. The fame of Shastar's great baths drew
me, however, and I decided to stay my week here in the Cerulean, the
largest inn and bathing house in the entire city. It sprawled several
stories above and belowground, covering many acres. It was a castle
of itself, devoted to many of the finer pleasures of life, and I
planned not to leave it for the entire week.
Though I was tired, I didn't want to sleep with all the grit and
grime of the travel and fight on me. After I checked in and let a
chunk of my money disappear, I stripped off my cuirbolli and sodden
tabard, going to the nearest heated marble pool to soak. At this
early morning hour I was able to find a room-sized bath and have it
all to myself, leisurely awaiting service from those in the employ of
the Cerulean. Two bath-kittens, yawning from naps, quickly came by to
work me over with their scrub-brushes. They combed and brushed out my
tail, scraped my hooves, stretched me out and punished every inch of
my hide until th
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