Sigmar exited the carriage, his prison attire loosely hanging on his body as he look around, taking a huge whiff of fresh air. Now that he was far away from that hell hole, the realization that he was no longer going to rot in a cell he threw his head back, letting out a thunderous laugh which sounded more like a war cry to his peers then jovial laugh

He would closely follow the group from behind and down the cellar. It was somewhat weird being in the room, being led out of a dark claustrophobic cell and led to another basement, albeit a n,significantly bigger claustrophobic room. But either way he took his turn, walking to the tub before wandering to himself

‘umm I believe the tub is to small for me’

He looked around trying to garner the attention of anyone as the water was being redrawn but to no avail. Shrugging he would pull out his shabby prison shirt, reveling his muscular,greenish and scar-ridden torso however he didn’t remove his pants and just step into the tub, sitting in it cross-legged as the tub wasn’t large enough to accommodate him lying down, scrubbing his body

After washing his body he changed into a fresh pair of leather trousers like the human: kayden and a linen tunic which was surprisingly oversized for even Sigmar

Entering the kitchen his sense of smell was bombarded with the scent of amazing food however his old knight habits kicked in, being as courteous as possible, sitting down only once all of his peers had and adhering to the table manners Lady Celina had taught him