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This still open for business?

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.

I kinda wanna play Manakete. If I do make one, wanna have her travel/get introduced with Adam? It could also give Adam something to do before his big intro if you want.

> But this though. > >  > > Your precognitive abilities are impressive.

**"Nice to meet ya, Thalia."** The bandit-turned-sellsword said upon her introduction, finding her witty little retort to his implication that knights never smiled to be rather amusing. **"Don't think I've ever seen a knight that was happy to see me. Capable or not, haven't seen any of 'em grinning before... aside from you, I 'spose."** He admitted with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, mail jingling slightly as he did so. In truth, not many knights had reason to smile at him... but, maybe he'd try to change that before this little church fiasco ended or some fanatic gored him with a lance. Her second question forced him to quirk a brow. If he didn't know any better, it seemed like she was trying to test him. He had no reason not to answer, though. **"Course it is. I'd be a real shit sellsword if I didn't fight for the pay."** He answered, but he figured she wanted more than that, so he continued on. **"Of course I don't got a good impression of 'em. Just threw me out of a feast. Besides, call me a godless heathen, but the whole 'Chosen by god herself' thing is a load of shit in my eyes. He's probably just another privileged lil' shit, one who'll look down on his men and expect them to follow his orders cause 'god' said so."** He made little effort to hide his disdain. Maybe for the sake of not spooking the girl, he did throw in a last bit. **"Luckily, he doesn't need no holy mandate to get my axe on his side. Just a good chunk of coin. Helps the other side wants me dead too, I 'spose."** Unsure of how long the walk was going to be, Lorne decided to shove the conversation to a lighter note. **"Your armor ain't that heavy, so you can't be one of the wall of steel type knights. Looks a little light even for horse back. You one of those pegasus fliers?"** He inquired curiously. He hadn't seen many of them, only a couple on his way to the castle after passing down into Ylisse from Feroxi. Would be interesting to talk to one of their riders.

Following with an irritated flicker in his step, Lorne followed the lady knight out of the dining room. He resisted the urge to spit on their fancy stone floors, if only to not make his interactions with the woman leading him through the halls anymore awkward than they had to be. **"As conceited as he sounds, yeah, I suppose I have. Gold is gold at the end of the day."** He said as he strode behind her confidently. Being a sellsword of sorts would probably harm his reputation further, but there wasn't any point in lying about it. The mention of being stuck on bean counting duty made him sneer. He was hired to kill, not count the deficit between pointy bits and poles to put them on. But, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. For the time being, he had this girl to deal with. At the very least, she was more pleasant without her ladies and lords watching over her shoulder. The 'sir' remark got a bit of a grin out of the hardened Feroxi. **"Name's Lorne. Mind if I ask yours? Not often I come across a smilin' knight, let alone such a pretty one."** The warrior retorted, the slightest bit of flirtation coming across in his smile. Chatting up a soldier on duty wasn't the best idea, but a compliment never hurt anybody and they had time to kill.

> > Lorne will hug you. > > > > _tenderly_ > > _Denied._ _you can only resist for so long_

> :T I quite like hug better, thank you! > > Okay, done gaming with my friend for today. Time to tag RPs P: Lorne will hug you. _tenderly_

 Just replace 'hug' with 'strangle' :P

Lorne's eyes fell from the fancy-pants around him to the eye patch girl from before when she called out for him. It was almost nice to have someone so enthused to see him, although her judgement of the menu did dampen that feeling of joy. Bloody dark mages and their morbid obsessions. He raised his hand to wave back to her, but it was then that a volley of voices came flying at him. The first seemed to come from the lady at the head of the table, probably the leader of this high class social. Her words were... cold, as was the disdain her saw her in eyes. He even noted her hand was drifting towards her sword, as if to threaten him. He didn't like it. He didn't like the way she spoke to him one bit. It was talking like that which got you killed back in Ferox, but she was a lady. Didn't have to worry about any of that. The princess chiming in with an equally threatening statement didn't help either. Probably should've expected that, coming from the bluebloods. The fancy looking fellow he followed in also seemed to direct some words at him, namely to his identity. **"One of your soldiers."** He answered, placing his hands on the table and slowly pushing the chair he had sat upon away from the fine wooden furniture. **"'Spose you wouldn't want to dine with the people fightin' for your cause though."** He muttered as he rose from the chair, looking to the small lass to his side, one of the guards no doubt. At least she offered to show him out, rather than reaching for her spear. **"Think I'd like that. Don't really tell you where to go when you sign up."** The Feroxi said, gesturing towards the door for her to take the lead.