Well, Lloyd having at least an idea of plan is better than Lloyd having nothing at all, but there's still a few things missing from what he's just said. So, grabbing the reigns that Lloyd's just passed him, Zelos sits up straighter, takes a deep breath, and gets to work in refining that.
"Considering who it is that you're carting around," he says, gesturing at himself with one hand, "you're going to have to get creative on which cities and towns you can enter and which you must absolutely avoid. Not to mention stray bandits, Kratos' search party, and anyone who could recognize me outside of them--hell, even knights and guards sent to protect vulnerable towns themselves will be a problem."
There's still more to it, of course, something more sinister brewing under the surface of all the civil unrest of Zelos' lands. All the anxious energy in his nerves escapes him in a bouncing leg, one hand coming to rest under his chin as he glares at the fire, trying to put all his worries and thoughts into words. The fire crackles again, embers rising to the skies. The lord clicks his tongue. What Lloyd is asking here, and the way he's going about it... to make a journey on foot across the entire land... surely he must've accounted for all the problems going around, right? What about the food scarcity near the border towns? All the knights back at the manor would've heard; that's exactly what the majority get tasked with helping with.
Zelos runs a hand through his hair, left leg bouncing again after he's crossed it over his right. He's getting fidgety already. This really is a mess. "And Iselia is really far away, Lloyd," Zelos adds after a small pause. "Do you have a route planned? Like, it's already a long journey if you're doing it by foot, let alone zig-zagging around. Do you have an ETA in mind or are you just gonna wing it?"
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"Considering who it is that you're carting around," he says, gesturing at himself with one hand, "you're going to have to get creative on which cities and towns you can enter and which you must absolutely avoid. Not to mention stray bandits, Kratos' search party, and anyone who could recognize me outside of them--hell, even knights and guards sent to protect vulnerable towns themselves will be a problem."
There's still more to it, of course, something more sinister brewing under the surface of all the civil unrest of Zelos' lands. All the anxious energy in his nerves escapes him in a bouncing leg, one hand coming to rest under his chin as he glares at the fire, trying to put all his worries and thoughts into words. The fire crackles again, embers rising to the skies. The lord clicks his tongue. What Lloyd is asking here, and the way he's going about it... to make a journey on foot across the entire land... surely he must've accounted for all the problems going around, right? What about the food scarcity near the border towns? All the knights back at the manor would've heard; that's exactly what the majority get tasked with helping with.
Zelos runs a hand through his hair, left leg bouncing again after he's crossed it over his right. He's getting fidgety already. This really is a mess. "And Iselia is really far away, Lloyd," Zelos adds after a small pause. "Do you have a route planned? Like, it's already a long journey if you're doing it by foot, let alone zig-zagging around. Do you have an ETA in mind or are you just gonna wing it?"