After much deliberation, Emet-Selch opts for what sounds like a sauna in the 'Moroccan Hammam' - whatever that is. It seems the most similar to what he has experienced in Garlemald (and he had grown quite fond of the custom). Once upon a time he may have been afflicted by a severe case of self-consciousness, but that had long since vanished.

When offered a choice of aromas, he selects the peppermint after some short deliberation. The sharp scent tends to keep him alert. And so that scent will accompany him in this sauna-like treatment.

Emet-Selch finds the warmest part of the room that is still comfortable and leans back with a sigh. He wears only a towel securely wrapped around his waist, leaving the large, discoloured, scar-like area on his stomach (and back, but who can see that right now?) fully visible to anyone passing by. Something that large shouldn't look so neat or so healed. It's almost like it represents a memory of a fatal wound.

The only other mark of note is the tattoo that all Otherworlders have, situated on his abdomen. Basically a womb tattoo.

Later, you may overhear - or even walk in on - a conversation between one of the bathhouse workers and Emet-Selch.

"No, thank you, I do not need those services."

A smooth voice tries to reassure. "Oh, but are you sure? I know many ways to help you relax..."

The mage is firm. "No. I'm fine. Do not touch me like that again."

Hmm.

For whatever else you may want!