Two Rivers Isle the dead are silent.

Ulrich was patrolling the borders like usual when he came across the newest member of their little... was it a pack if there were only three of them? The borders consisting of river on all sides, he was bound to run into anyone along the banks. He hesitated when he saw the man, still unsure of exactly how to communicate with someone who could not speak. Not to mention that he looked like he was contemplating something very deeply, staring in the water with such concentration. Perhaps he did not want to be bothered? Ulrich was very aware that he did not want to be an overbearing leader. He would not force his presence onto anyone--he'd had enough of that from his king back in his previous home.

A-Ah, he began, awkwardly. Hello. I'm... just patrolling. Would you care for some company, or would you rather I... let you be?