Theo stalked down the corridors of Ashwyrm Hall in hopes that he would find the girl here again. His mood was sour, more so than before he had even talked with Drake, his confusion and indignation multiplying by scores. How had things gone so far? Theo wanted only to see the young squire find a suitable mentor, a permanent one.
He was not a good candidate for this, of this anyone could be sure. Regardless of the fact that he was lacking in refined social skills, had a disagreeable temperament at the best of times, and knew nothing of how to foster the skills of a young warrior, there was also the more dangerous issue--the one that dwarfed all others, simply by the unknown capacity at which it could damage not only him, but others close to him as well.
Not that he could say any of that, least of all to Drake, who seemed ready to shuffle the girl around for Faram only knew how long. Theo growled to himself, stalking toward the training yards with a ferocious sense of purpose. Dust kicked up in wake, the sound of his boots echoing off the nearest walls. He was still in uniform, his leather armor dark and polished, the greatsword, Ragnarok, strapped menacingly to his back.
He spotted Juliette, finally. "What are you doing?" He shouted to her, attempting to gain her attention away from her training. Unfortunately, it sounded far angrier than he anticipated. Theo frowned at himself. He just needed to get this sorted out as quickly as possible.