Sorin continued to distantly observe these fellow "abductees" as they bickered amongst themselves. Given their confusion from being on a world other than their own, it was quite clear that none of them were Planeswalkers. He considered briefly what could have diverted his own Planeswalking ability, and came to the conclusion that only another Planeswalker would even understand the multiverse enough to even devise such a plan. Therefore, it seemed that none of these individuals were responsible for his arrival.

He attempted to feel out the mana alignments of those present, if only to gain a vague idea of who he was dealing with. The large, skeletal construct positively reeked Black mana, something Sorin was all too familiar with. A floating woman assaulting trees nearby gave the distinct impression of Red mana, as did a dark-skinned man near the middle of the gathering. A robed man in spectacles had a noticeably Blue presence, shared with another, bearded man. The armored woman quietly radiated White mana, though Sorin sensed hints of something darker about her. It quite reminded him of his Angel, though the blonde woman wore considerably less leather.

Not sensing any immediate threats, Sorin strode forward into view of the group. He said nothing, quietly making his presence known. His amber gaze drifted between each member of the gathering, calmly scrutinizing them as his fingers danced on the hilt of his sword.