The young man seemed to appear from no where. In fact he had came from the darkness. It seemed he brought his own shadows with him for they surrounded him like a mist of dispair.

Being the well mannered man he was, he did not speak until spoken to. He waited for someone to notice him as he stood in the center of the room. His hands folded behind his back and his cloak shielded his face. He faced the ground, never daring to look skywards.

Relising he would be in the presence of Masterhood or other highly respected warriors and scholars he dropped to one knee, indicated his inferiority. He waited for someone to speak to him, yet he did not mind waiting forever. His knees never buckled or swayed as his weight pressed down on his legs. He was determined to find a home.