"Annoy? I'm the one who's annoyed," Leo scoffed as he returned his attention to his sword, Silverfang, shining brightly even in the waning sunlight. "I thought the action would've started already by the time I got here, but it looks like I showed up too soon."

Running the sharpening stone along the edge of his sabre with a few final strokes, Leo stood up and held his blade in the air, examining his work as he continued, "Still... war, huh? Who would have thought. I wonder if your uncle knows who to thank for that. Well, not that I'm complaining. Kind of feels like I was born for this, you know?"

Turning his eyes towards his fellow knight and Captain, Tyrhallan the Crimson Rider, Leo looked him up and down with an appraising gaze as he took note of the highborn lordling's equipment. Fancy sword, fancy armour, red as his knightly name and pretty as a painting. Fully prepared for battle apparently.

"Say, how about a sparring session?" Leo asked with a glint in his eye as he swept his blade through the air in a flourish. "Just to warm up a bit."