Miguel grumbles a touch at being led around like this and he was still soaked to the bone after that water serpents assault. His pride was wounded he was in a place where magic was around every corner and he was trapped in this mindless insanity. Regardless of how he looked at it it annoyed him. He needed a bath to clear his head to be sure. But first he needed to get out of his wet clothing and dry his armor and leathers. Moving on up to the third floor he removed his armor and then placed them at the side of a table then quickly got out of his clothes until he was completely nude. Then with that done he looked for any potential change of clothes he could use for himself but he highly doubt a place like this had something he would feel dignified in at least.