Lorne couldn't fight his little grin becoming a genuine smile, no matter how small, at how bright eyed the pegasus knight's idealism was. It was refreshing to see somebody who had such hopes for the future every once in a while. Hopefully the coming war wouldn't do much to tarnish her outlook on life. He knew first hand how much bloodshed could break down the more spirited folk, even if he hadn't ever fought in a full out war. **"You got a real bright way of seein' things, don't ya?"** He asked rhetorically. **"Guess it don't matter if his 'title' is true or not, but if he lets it get to his head he's gonna get himself killed. Hand picked by some prissy sky-dragon or not, war is war."** A decent enough closing to their conversation. A conversation which, apparently, wouldn't end so soon. 

**"Good! Can't say I was gonna bother countin' swords anyway. Much rather be stuffin' my face on this fancy Ylissean grub."** He confessed, looking down the halls in a confused manner. **"Gonna have to lead me there, I'm afraid. Never been good with directions... Besides, it'll let us talk more. You're a nice girl, Thalia. Gonna need people like you on staff if this war is gonna be as bad as the smallfolk make it out to be."** He was confident in that judgement. He hadn't met any of the others yet, but with luck not all of them would be stuffy knights or cocky spellslingers like some of the other services he'd been in.