Dyce had just gotten into the mess hall upon hearing Andre's instructions and let out a sigh. The guy just had no luck the last few days, such as last night he was stuck with the smith, looking over the legion's equipment. That wouldn't be a problem normally, except it took practically all night. Dyce got maybe an hour of sleep before the resident senile old man decided to act like the place was under siege.

There Dyce stood, leaning against the doorway, with his eyes squinted nearly shut. [b][color=f26522]"Why... Now?"[/color][/b] he muttered. His head hung low as he made his way toward the breakfast stash. This was supposed to be his last formal meal before leaving and... ugh. Not anymore. He grabbed some meat and bread and started eating while walking to the carriages. Upon reaching them, Dyce heard a woman's voice. 

[b][color=a187be]“Eheh, while I understand that you two have had little contact with each other, do you have to be so C.L.O.S.E. to him? Frankly, it bothers me. A lot. Quite a lot actually. I hope you don’t mind if I politely ask you to S.T.O.P.”[/color][/b]

Dyce cringed a little. That mage scared him a little, honsetly. Making sure to avoid eye contact, he walked past that certain carriage. He looked back and saw Jacob and Caroline. He made a small salute motion as he turned back around, continuing to find a cart. Choosing a random one, he hopped in, sitting across from a sleeping comrade. Deciding not to disturb her, Dyce leaned his head onto the side of the carriage, trying to decide on whether to sleep or not.