hythlodaeus

Set nearly across the street from the Hall of Rhetoric stands truly impressive open air bathhouse constructed from handsome black and white marble and adorned in that customary Amarotine gold. From the outside, the occupants are concealed by dense foliage and high walls.

Many steps rise to greet any who would enter, leading to massive double doors. Upon crossing this threshold into the lobby, bathers will notice that they no longer recognize anyone around them. They all seem familiar somehow, even if you entered with them. Yet even if they introduce themselves to one another, there will be some measure of doubt. This is the Enchantment of Anonymity to ensure comfort for all of the public bathers.

Just past the lobby lay the the front rooms, though neither this area nor the ones beyond it are segregated by sex. First is a changing area with benches to sit and pull of shoes as well as shelves with baskets to place clothes. There are no lockers, as Hythlodaeus didn’t see the point in them. Hopefully no one decides to meddle with them while the bathers are occupied.

Just before the hall are stacks of towels that are free to use. The shower stalls are open, though they generously offer soaps and hand holds. The toilets are appropriately enclosed a short walk down the hall. Down the opposite way is a steam room as well as a set of glory holes. They are handsomely decorated, and fit well into the decor despite their purpose.

Beyond that are the baths proper. A generously sized pool lay before the bathers with steps leading in and open air. The water is suited to the temperature for comfort, and the deep end would indeed accommodate multiple full sized Amaurotines or a dragon of considerable size. The statues are all of marvelous aquatic creatures, such as the Hippocampus, dolphins, sea turtles, or are otherwise abstract sculptures of celestial bodies.

Once you leave through the front door (or through the open ceiling in the bath), the magic no longer works. Though as you leave, details like what color someone’s hair or eyes were start to get muddy.