[Lorenz sighs as he simply marches right past the both of them towards the trees. There's no sense in hesitating now and with Darby trotting along behind him, largely empty bags slung over her back, he wants to pick out a path that is a little bit clearer. She won't be able to follow them everywhere but... well if something does happen he trusts her with delicate specimens more than himself. Or Claude for that matter.
If Aerith thinks she's out-geared by Claude then Lorenz' half plate armor is even more excessive. Still he doesn't have any lighter armor and he's not comfortable going into unknown and possibly hostile territory in nothing but his dancer silks. Better overkill than under so far as he's concerned. She might notice that the sword at his hip is, strangely, an exact duplicate of the one Claude has.
She also might be wondering why Lorenz is even here given how much of a stick in the mud he tends to be but potions are a far more complex and fascinating science here, can help bridge the gap between his magic and what he used to have back home, and-
Well he's bored out of his mind and magical research, even if it leans more alchemical, is always going to be one of his hobbies. Was he invited or did he simply see some curious marking Claude had made on his maps over tea and invite himself? Probably a little bit of both.]
Well? We're not going to find anything of note standing around out here.
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[Lorenz sighs as he simply marches right past the both of them towards the trees. There's no sense in hesitating now and with Darby trotting along behind him, largely empty bags slung over her back, he wants to pick out a path that is a little bit clearer. She won't be able to follow them everywhere but... well if something does happen he trusts her with delicate specimens more than himself. Or Claude for that matter.
If Aerith thinks she's out-geared by Claude then Lorenz' half plate armor is even more excessive. Still he doesn't have any lighter armor and he's not comfortable going into unknown and possibly hostile territory in nothing but his dancer silks. Better overkill than under so far as he's concerned. She might notice that the sword at his hip is, strangely, an exact duplicate of the one Claude has.
She also might be wondering why Lorenz is even here given how much of a stick in the mud he tends to be but potions are a far more complex and fascinating science here, can help bridge the gap between his magic and what he used to have back home, and-
Well he's bored out of his mind and magical research, even if it leans more alchemical, is always going to be one of his hobbies. Was he invited or did he simply see some curious marking Claude had made on his maps over tea and invite himself? Probably a little bit of both.]
Well? We're not going to find anything of note standing around out here.
[They're burning daylight. Hurry up you two.]