[Hendrik nods in acknowledgment as the other man steps aside, taking in the whole of the shrine while moving from the entryway. Despite having little idea with regard to style and fashion, he finds the stark difference in color between the halves of the tent worth a long stare.

He averts his attention again when he hears remarks from the other Summoned, shifting his weight in mild discomfort. He hasn't been one to stay in the busier sections of the castle since arriving.]

I cannot say the thought of leaving had crossed my mind. We are afforded more freedom than I was expecting, considering we were called here for a purpose.

[That isn't to say he doesn't still wonder if there is some catch to them being summoned to this world.]

You are also new, are you not? Leaving quickly seems ... improper.