Henry spent a short while assessing his situation upon arrival. Looking around, one man caught his eye sitting to the side and making notes. The fact he was using a quill and ink intrigued him so he walked closer to him. But the other got their question in first and Henry smiled at him.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I have." Being kidnapped had happened so often to Henry that he wasn't bothered by it unless his movement was considerably restricted. "No point in freaking out over something I can't change. Might as well make the most of it."

He stepped forward and held out his hand to the man. "I'm Henry."