Sigmar released a hot breath he didn't realize he held as his shackles was unlocked.

'This is just an illusion of freedom, just a taste but still better then nothing'

Cautiously,so as to not alarm the guard he stretch his arms upward, tensing his muscles while discreetly taking notes of the other prisoners

The feeble man before him had him slightly conflicted. It was pretty clear he was a mage or magic user of sorts however the type of magic he possibly wield perked his interest but decide not to begin the interaction first.

The man after the blind monk however ticked him off for some reason perhaps it was the sense of resolve which was perceived as smugness. Regardless he decided to not allow that to distract him from doing his job

Once nudged he would merely shrugged, shifting his gaze towards the man beside him and responded "Does it matter?". Punctuating his response with a lighthearted chuckle he continued "the name's Shield, you?" Clearly showing his desire to befriend the magic user

Walking out of the Prison he felt a rather odd sense of loss, like moving out of a beloved house. With a quick cough he would walk beside, Rolf. Helping clearly the physically weakest in the group, should he need assistance