Barracks
A man dressed in black chain mail looks up from where he had been resting on the lower bunk of a bed by the door. He notes the expression upon the face of the Dragonborn and the clear body language. Slowly, so as not to alarm any others present, the Black Knight gets up from his bunk and begins to walk towards the sitting figure.
"Ho, Brother, what ails your heart so?" His voice is a rich baritone touched with genuine concern. His blue eyes, just visible through the eye slits of his great helm, search the unfamilar face of the man before him. It is as if they search for the true meaning of both words and intentions. Gauntleted hands, meanwhile, remain close by. One is held behind his back while the other rests upon the pommel of the sword hilt at his left hip.