Ramius could have - probably - used his planar walking to get back to where-ever he had been planning on going, he could have just said no and would most likely been sent back home without any hard feelings - still his curiosity got the better of him. These people around him seemed very interesting and though he personally disliked these kinds of situations there was a chance to make a beautiful song about all this. He listened to the others introducing themselves before opening the gray cloak of his in an overtly dramatic fashion.

Ramius admitted to himself that he was in barely presentable condition - his white fencing shirt had seen better days and was in need of some sewing here and there, the gray pants had a hole on the left knee and even the sword hanging from his belt seemed a tad bit aged. The brass buckled belt and black leather boots were the only things on him that seemed brand new - or like he at least kept good care of them. Still the bard smirked and bowed in a dignified - if a bit mocking manner. "It is nice to meet you all, gentlemen and ladies. I am Ramius Kastagir, a wandering minstrel, bard and holder of several very pompous - if descriptive - titles, some less flattering than others."