Uregaunt looks around at his surroundings, taking it in as he tries to take a few deep breaths. He would try to stand up, groaning to himself as he does. Where had all of his equipment gone? What happened? Why had he come here? A small hint of anger began to brew in Uregaunt as he steps away from the other tables, moving as far away from them as possible. He wasn't going to be bested by anybody! With that, Uregaunt would call upon his patron to form a longsword into his hand via the pact he made, watching the others carefully. He was going to find out what was happening one way or another.