In one of the numerous dark and dirty alleys of Signal City, Sir Ulryn knelt in silent prayer. Asking his God to return him home, as he had every day. He had barely finished when he heard the sirens blare past and the din of fearful commotion rose in the air.

Without a word, Ulryn stood up and started to strap on the armor he kept hidden. If he was stuck in this Godforsaken place he would at least be useful.
A moment later Ulryn walked out of the alley, as he belted his sheathe to his hip.

Reaching the officers Ulryn slammed a gauntlet-ed fist into his breastplate and bows his head to the officer in command. "I am here to offer you my service." Silently the officer nods him through, "Danke -uhh- thank you." He mumbles as he walks toward the blackness and draws his sword.