Rothe watched in confusion and awe at the spectacle. He'd never seen contraptions like these, Metal carriages with a flight enchantment he figured. But the rotating blades on top were a bit tacky. As if to discourage melee attacks from above. The only things large and proud enough to hold dominion over the skies he could think of were dragons, and a dragon would simply char the clumsy flying box. If they didn't choke on their fire while laughing that is. The whole thing looked silly to Rothe.

The box they were transporting was labeled 'Apocalypse'. Was this a hint? Soldiers similar to the ones that captured Rothe swarmed from the enchanted carts. Rage filled Rothe, but he knew that he couldn't do anything to them alone.
A man came out of the box, the same situation he was in. But these soldiers quivered with fear at the sight of him. The man didn't really look meat headed, a spell caster then? Rothe thanked Ryuuk for bringing him an answer to his problems so soon.

Once the soldiers left Rothe walked up to Apockalypse and introduced himself. "Well met. My name is Rothe, I just arrived in a similar fashion. You haven't missed much so far. What is your name?" He stuck out his hand.