Uthlar, already ready, had paced towards the entrance. He stopped, and slung down a bag containing food and some supplies, next to the wall of the doorway, then standing on the wall, tilted in a way where it'd look like he's standing still. Uthlar's eyes would lay blank, as he thought of ways and strategies on who would be in the dungeon, the size of it, and such. Uthlar wasn't one for supporting his team, as he would be the ones in the front lines, destroying for after foe, though he did have to help in a way. Uthlar stood there on the doorway wall, waiting for everyone to finish.