B2 Chapter 22: It’s a WashHabersville’s bathhouse was less of a house with baths and more of an art museum that had been erected around a large pool. Clear waters filled the center of the space and lapped against tall pillars set along its edges. Murals and carvings decorated every surface, their reflections rippling softly as bathers lounged and swam.Of all the structures the Romans had built, this one was the most ornate and impressive, excluding the in-progress temple of Mars, of course. It spoke volumes about just how important these things must have been in their homeland. That, or the boredom and idle hands of the Legion’s more artistically inclined soldiers.Marcus’s legs felt like wet noodles by the time he reached the bathhouse’s entrance. The run had only been a moderate one, but he’d done his best to focus on his form the entire way. Given that [Running] was only a common skill, he was fairly confident that even that might’ve been enough to reach level one. Hopefully.He quickly stowed away his garments and belongings before pulling a ladle from one of the clay oil pots along one wall. He rubbed the oil into his skin, then scraped it off with one of the curved metal implements stowed nearby.It was another one of those strange customs that Marcus didn’t quite understand. If they wanted to get clean, why not use soap like everyone else did? But the Legionnaires insisted on this ritual for anyone who came to bathe, and so he obliged.With that done, Marcus stepped inside the bathhouse proper. The waters beckoned him invitingly, urging him to slip into their cool embrace. Yet despite the warmth of the sunlight shining down through the (...)