[color=blue][h3][center]Graeden Yourshaw[/center][/h3][/color]

More people showed up over time, it seemed he had not been the only one to get the strange letters. While everyone seem to take the environment in their strides, a pin could of dropped in the silence as no one spoke. The silence was eventually broken by a few and eventually Graeden could put words together."Yes strange letters. Quite frankly at the moment I'm not sure if I'm dead or not, there was a bright light," Graeden stated ",It's a lot to take in."

He looked out a window still in awe at the world he was now in now with these new people. As one stated their name he turned to them giving a brief smile."I'm Graeden Yourshaw," he said his accent giving away that he was from the east coast of America. More specifically he grew up in the Bronx of New York, only recently having moved a bit more west to pursue his other hobbies and dreams. Now those dreams were put on hold and perhaps forgotten in this strange land. He wanted nothing more at the moment then to be able to study these strange creatures up close, creatures that had long been deem myths and legends. Creatures that normally seemed to be portrayed as mindless killing beasts for knights to slay and be deemed heroes. Yet here these creatures were intelligent perhaps even beyond that of humans.

"So any ideas on why we would be here?" he asked curiously ",The letter didn't give much away besides something about unique talents."