Ajax nodded to the people speaking to him, going about addressing each of them almost mechanically and taking a quick stock of them. First was the man in the coat, with the metallic hand. A robotic prosthetic, it seemed. He was only vaguely aware, deep in his subconscious, that he really didn't know what those things were, but someone else did and was sharing with him. His own instincts overrode all that, and he simply saw that the man was clearly a powerful fighter. This was not some two bit showoff trying to frighten people by openly carrying a weapon, no, this was obviously some manner of master swordsman worthy of respect. "Bee is a good name. Good creatures, diligent, loyal, give their lives to deliver a sting".

Next came the girl. She didn't seem like much of a fighter at all, and the comparison with Bee did not help that impression. A dancer perhaps, or an acrobat of some kind. Nimble, flexible, strong for the norm even, but not made for battle. It was a good base to start learning the art of fighting with, however. She seemed less sure of herself than the swordsman as well, nervously turning to examine her surroundings and clearly uncomfortable when Ajax mentioned the masters. It seemed these people really were in the same situation as him. "Hm, then you are not servants of whatever brought me, us here. Apologies. A greeting by an emmisary is the standard in these situations".

And finally, the beastman. At least, what he assumed to be a beastman. He was, as a result of his own experiences, rather wary of those who did not show their faces but this one did not seem hostile. Under that scatterbrained approach, however, he could feel another strong warrior but there was something strange about this one. It was not all skill but something else. He had felt something similar before with others who supplanted martial prowess with sorcery of some kind. It was dissapointing, but he was not one to criticize a path to strength. He shook his head. "No food. No supplies of any kind. Nothing to forage. What a desolate landscape".

All these people kept talking about going crazy, and he just never understood that. What point was there in doubting one's own senses and thoughts? If you started, then where did it stop? "I do not think I'm crazy. Similar things have happened to me before. If no messenger is sent, no instructions are given and no interaction is possible then I will just wait until whatever is wanted from me becomes clear. These things never happen just because, there is always a reason".