[color=7da7db][h3]Varrus Volkanon[/h3][/color]

	Darkness and silence were all encompassing. How he came to be in this state or how long was unknown to the young man. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't concerned, but oddly enough it was not for himself. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was fearful of someone seeing him. Despite his attempts to rise, he couldn't move his groans of effort echoing in the silence. Yet, as sounds of other began to fill the room, Varrus took in a breath sharply as his eyes opened slowly. It was in this low dull light that he could make out the subtle shadows and silhouettes of others in this dimly lit interior. With a heavy groan, he'd push himself off the cold stone floor, resting on one knee before raising to his full height. Quickly he turned to those he had heard before, spotting a variety of people before him of varying statues and builds... However, something was amiss.

	[i]'No, this is not my army. What happened?'[/i] For a moment, he stared on in silence, clinching his teeth through his attempt to appear stoic, [i]'Where are they? Don't tell me...'[/i] Cursing in his thoughts as he stepped forward, Varrus couldn't help grow suspicious of this sudden grouping. It was then that he heard the exchange of introductions, others announcing themselves as lord and soldiers. Varrus couldn't help but chuckle, his cold and calculating nature unable to see past the possible folley of these actions.

	"[color=7ea7d8]Forgive me for not taking part in this exchange. Introductions for courtesy's sake can often reveal privy information to those unworthy of trust.[/color]" He spoke coldly and in a matter of fact tone, wearing his stoic visage as he took stock of those before him. Two females: both sporting heavy and bulkier frames from the ladies of which he was familiar, though one bore heavier and more generic armor then the slightly shorter one with an axe. The other four were males: one wearing the armor of a sellsword (or so he announced), one with a smaller frame and lighter attire, another was smaller of frame though his armor betrayed his status, and the last was very similar though with no armor to speak of. All of these details were evident, but nothing matching the designs of his homeland. Though he did not speak about his observations, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about the foreign nature of those about him. Idly resting his hand upon his sword, Varrus began scanning his surroundings as his body still faced towards the group.

	"[color=7ea7d8]So, where are we?[/color]" He asked curtly, taking into account the layout of the room as he tried to ponder how he wound up here from- At this point, he grew wary. Why could he not recall his previous actions? Where was he before this displacement? "[color=7ea7d8]How is it I woke up with no memory of my travels to this place?[/color]" At this point he fell silent, looking over the group careful with a cautious stare. It did not bode well for him nor his trust in these mysterious persons, refraining from showing his disdain as his eyes now hardened to a cold stare.