The world was spinning for Uther, so much he had yet to realize the madam had brought him to her personal room. He could not claim to be one of her regulars but when he did request the company for a night it was her for one reason or another. As soon as he was inside of the room he quickly moved to the nearest chair and sat. His weapons had been taken, everything but his revolvers but he was now undoing those belts along with removing the strap of ammunition across his chest. It was taking a little time but he could undress now in a closed room without having to be paranoid of someone getting the jump on him.<br/>"Perhaps a bath would be good."<br/>He managed to look at the nice looking bed and figured it would be bad for his dusty and sweat scented self to roll into it and sleep in it without a care in the world. Wrynn began kicking of his boots, leaving a pile of belts, clothing and leather all around him.