Looking around the dark ---- eerie--- castle the young prince winced a little bit grabbing tightly to his side--- a puncture wound there from when he was climbing up the moutnian. Groaning out in pain, he felt blood seep through his fingers as he found a pole, sliding down to his butt, he leaned there letting the cool press into his flesh. "Hello, anyone out there?" He called out letting his voice echo--- softer and softer it went as it travailed throughout the place. "My name is prince Eric, and I was washed ashore from the storm that was brewing outside." He started again taking in a deep breath letting it out slowly. "I saw your castle and needed shelter from the storm, I do not know how or who helped me survive.... but please if anyone is here, I need help." Even though this was not his home--- he didn't feel any different except for the fact that he was bleeding out and bruised from being tossed around in the waves.