This, it seemed, was a school. It was quite a surprising, albeit not entirely unwelcome, turn of events, especially as he, a son of the House of Tegerfelden, had suffered a truly painful and horrifying death at the hooves of an unruly horse. To be cast into the abyss was strangely failing to bother him, even though one would expect otherwise from a faithful Lutheran like he. He was feeling quite passive about the entire situation ... quite, if he were to describe the feeling in one word ... mellow.

Why he was mellow was a mystery even to he, but such a discourse upon the nature of his emotions could be shelved until a later date, for right now, the young nobleman was in the process of marvelling at his intact hands as they flexed, stretching out his miraculously intact spine and testing his balance upon legs that had been shattered apart mere moments prior. Death had never been something he had yearned for, but he was tremendously grateful to whichever greater power that held the responsibility of bringing his body back to a functional state. It would have been rather difficult to engage in whatever academic lessons these ... demons would task upon him had he still been the mangled wreck of a corpse he had been after his unfortunate horse ride.

"I must say," he spoke up, his regal voice filled with fascination, "this world is quite the sight to behold."

Indeed it was. Hell had taken upon the image of punishment within his mind, but the world he (and the other teenagers that were also dealing with their sudden arrival to this land) had found himself in was especially different. It was almost ... normal, in a fashion.

Speaking of the other teenagers ...

"I regret that I know not of your names," he continued, shooting a glance at every figure around him. "I am commonly known as Liudolf of House Tegerfelden. What of yours?"