"My lord! My ladies! Welcome! Welcome!"
As Alexander and his group approached the grand bathhouse, he was quickly greeted by the supervisor of the place.
He was a portly fellow of quite a consideration proportions, fair skinned with flaps of folded fat ringed around his neck and cheeks that almost hid all the meat.
He was dressed in a luxurious blue and gold dress, and as he walked down the large number of marble carved steps to meet Alexander, the young pasha feared the wobbling man might lose his balance anytime and start coming tumbling down.
Fortunately, that tragic accident was avoided and the sweating man hurriedly bowed in front of Alexander,
"My lord, my name is Claude! It is an honor to meet you, sire!"
Alexander had of course arranged for a guide before coming here, to get an interrupted tour of the whole place with sufficient commentary, and Lady Miranda recommended the man before him.
