Grimy cobblestone backstreets lead to a set of hatches placed in the ground, when opened a dank staircase leads you into a sewerage passage and to the old bathhouse.
It’s foyer is bare for but a table where one announces their arrival and a couple of crates, the towels seem unused but are well worn.
The public bath area however is tiled with beautiful mosaic patterns and even more beautiful scantily clad women, carrying around platters of rich foods and drink to the cultlike patrons. Further in you find a sauna with wooden benches, and fire pit warmed with rocks however steam obscures much of the room.
The cult masters quarters hold a large wooden table of fine quality, copious amounts of ale and four locked chests. The back of the building are where the private baths are located, once again containing mosaics and floor murals as well as the back entrance leading out to winding streets and a set of stairs leading down to the fires that warm the baths.