Lorenor pondered why the strangers were so on edge.

He looked at them as they walked away and he sighed. Not the friendly sorts I presume... Lorenor thought to himself. He looked at his weapons for a moment and then decided to take a stretch. He'd been there for several weeks at that point, just communing with The Holy Light. Trying to find some sort of a purpose to his existence again. As he sat there, he considered the situation at hand. That one girl seemed VERY familiar but he couldn't quite place it...a memory lost. He decided not to trouble himself too much further about the matter.

At that point, he began to gather his Paladin's gear and prepared to equip himself.

He placed all of his armour on, and soon was decked out in the gear he'd recently acquired for himself.

The last parts of the armour he'd placed on were his gauntlets. They had straps and were a little lengthy of a process to place on. He was a daft sort of Paladin folk, always on the go. The limited interaction with the two girls that were still present reminded Lorenor that he could not stay out there forever. He could not ignore the troubles of the world.

The last two items he needed to place on were his sheathed claymore, and his shield. Normally, such swords were meant for two-handed use. But Lorenor had perfected a combat style that allowed him to fight with a two handed weapon and shield equipped. Either way, he began to slowly pack up his belongings. He needed to do...something. He wasn't certain what that something was. But the nearby ruins called to him for a reason. He looked up at the old castle that lurked nearby, long since pilfered and abandoned.

Once Lorenor was done putting out the campfire, he'd left the set up there present for other wilderness travelers, he took a long look at the two women that he'd met earlier.

Staring in their general direction.

Once he was satisfied that they were on their way...he began to slowly walk towards the ruined castle.

It was getting later in the day, and soon, night would be upon them.

With a swish of his cloak, he started the long hike towards the ruins.