'Yeah, you just keep looking pretty, stuck up...' Considering his recent exhertions and the number of days he'd gone without a bath, the warrior took an experimental sniff after burrying his nose near his arm pit. Recoiling with a scrunched face, Wrenn suddenly desired the crisp cold blizzard air. Only for a moment though. 'Alright, I see yur point.' He thought to himself, glancing about for a nearby inn. So many to chose from! In honor of the woman who'd alerted him to his poor state, 'well, I wouldn't have called her shy. More like, she had standards.' Though The Shy Bunny's bath would be as good as any inn's.