Taking note of a little distraction that he had noticed, an elven bitch had meandered into the chamber. Every single one of these warriors had become distracted, for some only a moment, others, it was rather noticeable. How pitiful is it to become so infatuated with one they have just met, didn't even have meat on her bones. A thin bitch, and little more in Bah Rhon's eyes. Taking time to look around and spy on the competition, he noticed the sound of heavy footsteps approaching his position. Incredibly heavy footsteps. Wonderful, we're starting already. No introductions. Every one of them was going to be the sort of pigheaded morons who blindly charge into battle against foes they have only just met.

Without thinking about his reaction he leapt from the banister and didn't even bother to mind the paper walls, tearing through the wall with even his light weight. Rolling to a stop he stood back up and brushed himself off, he had accidentally knicked his armor in the roll. Darn, he was hoping to come out of this without a single knick to his armor. He turned back around and stepped inside again, putting his feet on the bannister parallel to the one he had started on. 

The boy smiled down at the musclebound men below, and the elf bitch. "You're going to have to try harder than that, all of you. The name's Bah Rhon the Swift. Decendant of Bah Rhon the Hero and inheritor of his speed. Now, who are you folks?"