Oh how Wrenn hated armor, he would much rather fight in leather trousers and a tarp but the get up was needed to keep his blood in his body, where it belonged. Sighing in relief as the heat penetrated his muscles, deep set eyes peering as lazily and lecherously as a perverted old man as he enjoyed the gender ratio and the variety of bodies to visually feast upon. It had been a long time since he let himself relax, and after marching through the brutal storm it was deffinately welcome. Lifting his large hands, he flexed his strained muscles letting the heat penetrate as he stretched. The silver haired warrior shook out his sweaty, pale longs, the long locks dancing around and clinging to his back and shoulders.  Thick golden tan skin gleaming and stretched tightly over hard lean muscles. Hairless body tensing as he stretched, trying to work out the kinks that came with wearing such heavy armor. Scars riddled the taunt body, some looking as old as him and some looking as fresh as last month, all telling  their own story. 'Bath and a show?' He thought to himself as he observed, not daring to spoil the moment. The thought crossed his mind that he should have offered to help 'relieve her tension' in the future. "I've yet to sample their food, but if their staff is any indicator I'd say this is the best inn I've been to."