Topher Moore squatted and peered through the translucent domed roof. Inside was a large circular bathe that was filled by a stream from the wall. There was a lone bather in the bath, which was flanked by six guardsmen, dressed in scaly armor. The room was lit by floating orbs that lined the room. The bather swam from the center and walked out of the bath. His skin was mercury and decorated with swimming black rune-tattoos. Two of the present six guards wrapped the man in a long cloth, and then a belt, which wrapped itself around the bather’s chest, and then down his right arm. The bather motioned for two more of the guards to follow as they walked out of the room.
The remaining guardsmen dimmed the orbs as they made their way around the perimeter of the room. Topher could see their lips moving, so closed his eyes and focused on silencing the ambient noise from the streets. There was sudden hot pain in Topher’s left shoulder, quickly followed by two more sharp pains in his kidneys. Looking down at the source of the pain Topher saw sharp blades protruding from his body. Slowly he turned his head around to see that the blades weren’t from swords but purple cloth ribbons, which were extended from the three guardsmen that had escorted the bather out.