To the bathhouse

A bit risque, but while many are fronts, honest bathhouses do exist. You need to rest your still-aching bones from the carriage ride here, and what would better do it than a hot bath? You head towards the bathhouse.

Entering the establishment, a wet heat wave hits you. It's quite refreshing, used as you are to a colder climate. An older woman gives you a practiced greeting and leaves you to decide what to do. You begin surveying your options.

The first choice is the most obvious: have a bath. You could join one of the public baths or go to a private room.

Then again there's the steam room. Not quite as helpful for your sore bones, but still a nice break from the cold.

Finally, you see a room you don't recognize. The sign above, available for the few literate in your society, reads "Massage". You have no idea what this might be, but it sounds interesting.