Statue of Emerill: part II

k part two again credit to lolits angel for the idea and bioware for such awsome fantasy games.

He went to a tavern and took a seat in a dark corner the fiery serving girl came over,
‘Can I get you any thing?’ he accent was loud and common
‘An ale will be fine, thank you.’ He tried to keep his voice calm the woman was irritating and reeked of cheap perfume and gin.
He sat back took off his cloak and weapons, careful to hide the quiver. The woman came back with the ale he thanked her and waited until she was far enough away and took out the statue.
The craftsmanship was amazing the detail of the god Emrill, his arms open waiting to embrace nothing. The statue was jade, its eyes two perfectly cut emeralds, the detail on the robes a myriad of different gems and precious stones.
It was truly breath taking, he couldn’t take his eyes off it; he had better be handsomely paid for this.
A thought came to him, why was it so easy? Yes there’d been guards and a pressure switch but just that for this. It showed he supposed the decline in people’s belief of the gods, but still this was a priceless artefact none the less, how very peculiar.

He hired a bed for the night and retired to his room. It was small and dirty and he could here rats scrabbling in the corners, but it was warm and kept the rain out, though by the look of the roof barely.
He woke next morning feeling refreshed he always did the day after a job he felt invincible. He paid for the room downstairs, declined breakfast and went to the public bath house. He had all morning; he wasn’t to meet the noble until after noon.
He left his clothes with and elderly woman but took the quiver and a knife with him the water in the main bath was hot and steam condensed on the stone walls making them drip as if they we’re weeping.
The bath house was strange unisex unlike those in the smarter parts of town, he looked about at the other bathers, the features obscured by the steam; he could see two burley men a short distance away and a middle aged couple. On the other side of the bath he could here a group of young women giggling among themselves, he considered going over but there was no time, he’d just enjoy the water.
He scooped handfuls of water on to his hair and washed the grease and the sweat from it, he left the main bath and moved to one of the cooler pools and eased him self in slowly the cold water a shock to his body after the heat. He spent a couple of hours in the bath house moving from pool to pool. Just before noon he went and redressed his black tunic and pantaloons had been washed and pressed so had his cloak and his leather armour oiled and the studs polished he paid the two laundry maids and left feeling clean and ready. The way to the noble’s house was short so he decided to walk, the stale hard air of the city filled his lungs but even this felt clean after the steam of the baths.
The house was large and near the government square and the great museum. Tristrum climbed the stairs and knocked the door.