Loïc promised himself that the next time someone asked him to 'run a message' somewhere, anywhere, he would definitely give them a very, extremely, most likely mildly annoyed look. Or he wouldn't. That was more likely. Actually, most likely was that he'd simply nod and then run the message somewhere.
Luckily, at this point he was almost where he was headed anyway. Running with armor on was difficult, but not impossible. Also noisy, but then, walking with armor on tended to be noisy as well, so that seemed a bit of a moot point. The knight who walked towards him as he slowed his pace seemed to be a decent person to give the message to. He recognised her very faintly as someone he'd seen before, and she was clearly training the two nearby squires, which lent more to the 'authority' idea. And regardless, she was someone at the castle. Definitely a good candidate for message receiving. Not to mention he had no idea who else to tell, and he was quite tired, and now seemed like a good idea to stop trying to think and just spit out what he'd run up here to say.
Coming to a stop in front of her, wetting his lips and trying to swallow to fix the dry mouth and throat he'd gained from running, he stood up straight and began his very short message. 'The Enchanter Lee asked me to tell you that she and the..' He paused for a brief moment, since actually saying militant dwarf didn't seem informative OR appropriate. 'The d-Johann!' Well, better late than never.. 'She and Johann are on there way here. She'd only just arrived at the docks when I left.' That seemed good enough, and with the message delivered, he resisted the urge to nod, as though what he'd just said needed affirmation.