The interior of the bathhouse wasn't what he initially expected. The ceiling was high, domed and speckled with star-shaped holes that filtered the afternoon light from the outside, making it look like constellations in the night sky. The mosaic tiled floors were uneven in several places, smoothed by time and use. It didn't look lavish, but the sight of a water fountain at the center of the room was already considered a luxury.
Around the room, men wrapped in thin fabrics sat on low benches in front of stone basins that lined the worn stone walls. Some were old and hunched, while others were lean and scarred. But no matter the age or origin, they were all here for just one thing—to pour, scrub, and rinse their filth.
"Wow, this is really giving 'ancient Rome' vibe," Auri muttered to himself, still checking the architectural details of the place. "Or maybe Persian or Arabian, since we're at the edge of the desert?"
