Lovely establishment, [ Astarion says as Iorveth drags him away. He's been in plenty of taverns, and this one makes the top five — although it admittedly may be more due to his company than the actual service. Still, he does hope to come back, so he offers Hyacinth a little wave as they leave.

"Enjoy yourselves!" she calls back, counting her money.

Out in the brisk evening air, it only takes a few steps to make it to the bathhouse. A complement to The Silken Sash, the sign out front boasts the name The Silken Soak. Ha. The smell of sweet bath oils emanates from the entrance, a door carved with winding floral patterns and flanked by stained glass windows portraying a beautiful man and woman bathing. ]

I don't know about you, but I'm willing to take the chance that they sacrifice us to their god.

[ After all, it's so pretty and smells so good. ]