Locke watched from afar as two of his comrades shambled across town. [I]How strange.[/I] Locke thought to himself, trying to hold back a snicker. It truly was a strange sight to watch formidable soldiers of the army get taken down by somewhat simpler things. They just seemed as if they were clumsy at anything but fighting.
Shaking his head, he took out a flute and began playing light tunes to himself on a short stump on the outskirts of Pirre.