Victor observed both of his new companions closely, noting remarks, fidgets, movements, weapons and any hints at their abilities. Immediately several things were obvious about both individuals, the squat woman was the more outspoken of the two, and she answered his questions quite clearly and concisely, wasting no time. The other seemed more... timid, timid and on edge. He had a hand on his small blade from the moment he saw Victor, but seemed unsure of himself and his ability to fight the heavily armored man... good. As for potential prey? The woman was confident, quick and he was not... certain of her species and what effect it may have on her blood, or what effect her blood may have on him. The one with antlers though was more obviously close to his normal prey, in addition to being the meeker of the two, making him far easier to manage. Of course he could not simply grab the boy and begin drinking, no the others around may not even tolerate Victor if they knew what he was... he would have to seperate from them and isolate to feed... which he figred he could do just fine. 

He would start by being friendly with the antlered boy, by helping to introduce the more timid boy to their new allies. "Why, thank you little woman, it is good to know we are not all so... uninformed.", he then locked eyes with the antlered one and smiled beneath his helmet, his red-tinted eyes gleaming, "What say me and you go meet our more informed companions hmmm boy?", before any resistance could be voiced Victor had his hand on the boys back and was gently pushing him forward along with him to the fire with the others. An interesting bunch, one appeared to be a knight like him but... far more... well 'broken certainly came to mind. Another was a rather attractive young woman, pale with a fair number of freckles, and most interestingly appeared to be a witch... hopefully she would not sniff out his true undead nature, if such knowledge became known things could get troublesome indeed. Another was amasked being... an enigma to Victor.

As he entered the view of these others he cleared his throat for attention, one hand was on the small antlered boys shoulder and the other sill held his lance over his shoulder. His dark blood red armor was highlighted by the flames of the fire as he spoke, "Greeting my fellow wanderers, I am Ser Victor Guttman, and this is a small friend I have made at the edge of your fire here. I am seeking to know just where I am, the last thing I remember is falling asleep and then I woke up here. Could any of you enlighten us on our current location? What is this place?"