>>5974180You bid the inquisitor and the Stranger farewell as they walk off into the distance and out of sight. For them, the next hour is probably filled with a lot of talking and actual work. All you have to do is throw your wait around to get the train station itself to arrange for a carriage to take you to Asher’s address. You don’t even need to give a favor or pay a single coin since the fact that you, the princess, was attacked on one of the trains is enough of a bad look for them to cater to your every want and desire. Though what you really desire right now is a bath.
The ride through the streets is a rather bumpy affair but it does take you through the city well enough, and to a part you’d never have entered if you weren’t working with the Inquisition. Asher seems to have skimped out on costs by having a house in the dirtiest, most filthiest, and most disgusting part of the city you can imagine. Or maybe it’s a rather normal part and you’re high-class upbringing has left you oblivious to the fact. Either way, the air itself smells like fish and you waste no time entering the cramped house Asher owns and locking the door behind you. You couldn’t tell if the folks outside were ruffians or dockworkers, maybe both?
The air inside is stale and it’s rather dusty but you suppose that is to be expected of a house that is used sparingly. Maybe if you had a maid that followed you around she could fix this issue? A thought for another time, you still need to find a room to set your luggage in. The house is thin and longer than it is wide, basically two hallways from the entrance stacked on top of each other with a stairwell near the door to access both. Both floors seem to be a mirror of each other except for only the downstairs having a kitchen. This means there are only two bedrooms and you commandeer the one of the bottom so you don’t need to take heavy luggage upstairs.
By the time that is done, the sun has set and you need to power the magic bulbs that bring blue light into the house. All so that you can navigate to the bathroom with a change of clothes and all your toiletries. Sadly due to the fact that the inquisitor lives like a peasant, the house isn’t equipped with a bathtub, as any suitable house should be, but it does have a pump-activated shower. And by that you mean you pull a level and a bucket of water splashes on you before being pumped back up to repeat the process. Splashing yourself over and over with a bucket of water while taking breaks to apply soap and shampoo has a rather demeaning feeling for someone of your position. At the very least there’s some magical instrument allowing you to control the temperature of the shower.
