[center][h3][color=0072bc]Ulrich Halechstin[/color][/h3][/center]

Ulrich's heart sank when he realized that he was in the presence of many nobles. From the way the others spoke and acted, he could guess as much. In all honesty, the mercenary didn't know if he should kneel down and show them respect or do nothing but greet them back since statuses don't seem to matter right now considering that they were all trapped inside this dark room with seemingly no way out. Or at least, nothing that he couldn't currently see. He hasn't been looking around and just stood there while everyone else introduced themselves. Well from the way everyone spoke too, he knew who he could possibly stick by, at least for now.

His eyes traveled to the ground, a familiar object coming into sight. It was his knapsack. Thank God, he could practically hug the thing right now. He picked it up and began to rummage through it. His books were there and so was his inkwell and feather pen. But there were no signs of his original weaponry, replaced only by a thunder tome. Oh man, he really didn't like that. He didn't even see any of his staffs anywhere near him. Maybe it was somewhere? Some other things that he could use? From what he could see right now, there were a lot of warriors among them and only a few mages. Not that he minded.

[color=0072bc]"As for where we are and how we got here..."[/color] The boy said as he looked at the lords and other people. He could see that they were still suspicious of each other, not that Ulrich could blame them. I mean, being bunched up in a group like this so suddenly and they had no idea how they got here, of course you'd suspect the other that they were responsible. [color=0072bc]"My guess is as good as yours."[/color] He continued after a very short moment of silence. He then secured his knapsack upon his bag.

The gray haired male then proceeded to walk around, to check the walls or the floor for any kind of opening so they could escape. Of course, he expected that it wouldn't be too easy to see if there was any path. After all, it seemed like some sort of dungeon. When he didn't find anything, he would just merely look back to the others who were possibly infinitely better than him in wits. After all, a mercenary is just someone who follows orders right? And they were older than him and possibly more experienced.