Location: Pipre's Bathing Pool.
Pipre arrived, either by herself or with any persons that took up her offer, and got to work. She opened the tied up, white cloth slip and arranged its contents near the sheer wall of the pool. It was deep and had some sort of outlet into an underground stream or other watershed feature so it was more or less safe from sickness and it was clean and clear. A block of soap, a washing cloth, some oils and unguents for soft skin and sleek hair, and a razor that glittered out of its leather buffing pad and sheath. Then she disrobed, spending some time undoing the leather cuirass and bustier, and then the jacket that buttoned onto it before removing it all and stripping down to the small clothes there. A few more movements and that was piled at the water's edge as well, exposing her pale chest, tipped with pink and though not particularly large, well formed and youthfully taut. Then she had some trouble scrunching her bottoms down over the widest point of her hips and bottom, but soon she nakedly slid into the water with an involuntary giggle at the chill of the pool.
Her belt full of vials and explosives were kept close at hand, as well as the last portion of her supplies. Two bottles re-purposed to hold amber ale are double checked to insure the integrity of their cork seals before being lowered in to chill at the deepest, coldest point of the pool. When she came up, however, she had two more bottles in hand from the last visit and a big smile on her face, which had her dark hair sticking wetly to it. A wide enough smile to show her missing eye-tooth on the right side of her mouth, which she usually kept pretty well hidden behind the cushions of plump, red lips. The cork popped as she opened one of the chilled bottles and she drank deeply, giving a loud sigh. "I'm going to build a house here," she said to herself, to anyone who came with her, or perhaps to the sky.