Ylisseans and their damn castles... always the extravagant ones, making the most fancy towers and the most lavish ballrooms. It was all a big waste! Ferox had castles too, but at least they served purposes. Good, solid military strong holds. Not these giant wastes of rock! An annoyed haste in his step and a scowl across his features, Lorne prowled the corridors of the castle his company had been stationed at after the crown offered them a sizable sum to fill out the garrison. Never the brightest sword on the rack, he managed to get himself lost within the seemingly never ending corridors. It was really starting to grate on his nerves! He had half a mind to try and chisel his way through one of the walls with his axes when he turned a corner and smacked himself face first into another person. 

In truth, he probably should've been thankful that he found someone else. But being stuck in the stone building had gotten him all riled up and despite being smaller than him, the other person nearly made him fall back onto his rear. **"Don't you know how to watch where you're going?"** He grumped angrily, narrowing his eyes towards the odd looking girl with the... one eye. Maybe she _didn't_ know how watch where she was going properly. But, that didn't make him unless irritated over the whole ordeal. Maybe yelling at her would help with that.