The lure of hot water is a potent one, especially for a northerner who's been missing his chances at it owing to an erratic sleep schedule. Myr's meticulously clean by nature--he'd been sure to mark the way to baths early on the first day of his project--but for the past few days that's meant cold baths at odd hours when no one's likely to be there. Now that he's awake at the right time, for once, a long hot soak seems a suitable celebration for completing all the glyphs.

Speaking of: The one Korrin's looking for is right inside the door to the baths, at roughly shoulder-height for a particularly short elf. Who, conveniently, happens to be available for comparison purposes as he makes his careful way toward the baths, staff tick-ticking against the stone. He hauls up short at the sound of a voice from within, weighing his options--he was hoping to not run into anyone, though he knew that hope largely futile--before shrugging his shoulders in resignation. A much-needed opportunity to warm up completely trumps his reservations.

"Hello?" he calls, reaching out to mute the glyph with a tap once he's inside the door. That'll get annoying quickly otherwise.