Lowe scoffed, then remembered where he was and tried his best not to look annoyed at the old soldier. By the Spells, I hate knights. he thought darkly. "Yeah, okay whatever. So anyone else wanna go to Kafaara? Let's hurry it up people, there's food to be eaten and a bed to be slept in, and this drafty old castle has neither of those things in good quality."
He turned away from the old man, and looked impatiently at the rest of the undecided group. "I'm with Thief Guy on this one. Y'all better shape up, or I'm going to annoy you for the entire trip as revenge for keeping me away from my food. And I sincerely doubt any of you wanna hear "Minister Pimbletons 101 ways to use a compass and other useful cartography tools" really loudly at 1 in the morning." He patted his bag threateningly.