As soon as Zaroth entered the building, the steamy air caught his attention, his eyes naturally shifted to the receptionist that was standing behind the counter.
Just like the woman in the forge, this one was petite as well—short purple hair, emerald eyes magnified by the round glasses resting on her face.
"How much is the entry?" he asked.
The girl looked at Zaroth with a mixture of curiosity and caution, the man before her had incredible strength and looked terrifying, but at the same time, if she believed the rumours that were traveling around the city, he wasn't the one to attack the innocent if not provoked.
As such, she decided to not judge the book by the cover and treat him just like any other guest.
"Five bronze coins," she replied.
After paying, Zaroth took a step to the right where the men's section was.
"Just like I thought... I'm the only one crazy enough to come here this early," he muttered as he quickly undressed.
