The noise of the others finally stirred Keaghan from his sleep. He rose from the harsh ground, about as slowly as he would on any normal morning. Once his eyes adjusted to the dim light, however, things quickly changed. Springing up to a standing position and readying his sword, Keaghan's glare darted between the others as he began to assess the situation.

[i]Where am I? Have I been captured by the army?[/i]

After a few moments of no action being taken, he lowered his weapon, still radiating an uneasiness and tension not uncommon for someone thrust into an unfamiliar situation. "... What is this place?" he said in a soft but stern voice. Much like young lord who refused to share his name, Keaghan preferred to share only what was absolutely necessary about himself, when it was absolutely necessary. He scanned the walls and floor for any sign that would give away their location, but was of course unsuccessful. He then checked the ceiling, and again came up empty-handed as he peered into the seemingly endless darkness above him. Finally, he once more bounced back and forth between the others that stood before him, this time studying them more intently.