Robin awkwardly shifted his stance as he listened to someone or other talking. He really didn't care. He gently gently grasped the handle of his sword that was sheathed at his side. He looked around at the others standing with him. He vaguely had heard of a few of them, but didn't really know a whole lot about them. He also noticed a few other sword wielders. Robin sighed. He would make it out of here, if it were the last thing he did.