Lorne almost felt out of place as almost everyone in the room declared their intentions for joining the war. Outside of the vague confirmation that the drunken beard man was also some kind of sellsword, most of them had seemingly volunteered for the cause out of a sense of personal justice. He supposed money wasn't the only reason he had joined the fight, but telling them he was there for the thrill of the kill probably wouldn't have gone over any better than his admission of mercenary work. He pounded back the remains of his ale and made for the barrels of the stuff lined across the tables of the mess halls, maneuvering past the strange lad who came bursting in and performed a failed handstand of some kind after announcing his presence. These shepherds certainly had some characters among their ranks, if nothing else. 

As more of the pale alcohol streamed into his flagon, he briefly turned his head to see Thalia putting away her tray and prepping to leave for bed. Seeing as though she was the only one present he really knew, he went through the trouble of waving her off with a quick 'night'. The noble among them also seemed to leave, although he had little to say on that matter considering their lack of interaction. At least he wouldn't need to worry about getting clipped by his sword. With a nice big mug of ale to fill his belly with, he spun to face the remaining few people within the barracks, raising his mug high. [color=gray]"To a quick, heretical war"[/color] He toasted, before bringing it down to his lips and letting the cold liquid wet his throat once more. 

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The incompetence of boarder guards never ceased to irritate Fyra. What did they think a pair of merchants would be doing in Ylisse? Burning the countryside for fun? She couldn't show her irritation though. That would just make things more difficult than they needed to be. Putting on a meek little pout as the guard gestured to her and asked who exactly she was, she piped up in the most cutesy voice she could muster. [color=gold]"I'm his business partner... There won't be a problem with our passing, will there mister? I'd hate to not get to market by the morning..."[/color] She murmured, shooting him a pair of puppy dog eyes to smooth the process over, her prismatic orbs sparkling slightly for effect.