Cyrus Ourada

The air was thick with the scent of exotic incense, steam rising lazily from the heated stone tubs, forming a veil that clung to Cyrus Ourada's auburn skin. With a swift motion, the genasi adjusted one of the crystals set into the wall, raising the heat of the water. A satisfied smirk played on his lips.

The usual bustle of the bathhouse was absent. He had ordered this section closed to ensure privacy. Nothing made people vulnerable quicker than a shared bath. Lavish pillars and ornate decorations framed the tub he stepped into now and sank into the scolding water. His eyes bore into the door as he waited for his tete-a-tete to arrive.

Fortunately for them, he didn't have to wait long before the door creaked open and the figure who had earned the rare privilege of a private audience entered. As they approached, Cyrus' eyes never wavered, every detail noted and cataloged. Was that a bead of nervous sweat on their forehead or just a drop of molten snow? The fire genasi adjusted his position, placing his muscular arms casually on the edge of the tub in a seemingly relaxed demeanor.

"Welcome." He rumbled, his voice resonating from the stone tiles. "Join me. We have much to discuss." Cyrus sounded friendly but his words were commanding and left no room for discussion.

It was a powerplay and this meet-up would show if the person standing in front of the tub was a friend or foe.