A lagiacrus, currently gracing the messhall with an anthropomorphic body sat on a bench near the mess hall's entrance. He wore an outfit that could purely be described as plain, a hooded shirt worn underneath leather armor and leather pants below. Both bits of leather attire had typical protective iron studs in them. His head in the vaguest senses obscured underneath the hood that fit so poorly that his ocean blue snout was quite glaringly visible. Suffice to say the hood was really only good for keeping sun out of one's eyes. Quite reasonable for morning activities, and probably comfortable enough to be worn indoors. He watched the display and snickered lightly at the remark to the Kirin looking like a lass, perhaps the soldiers forgot who was leading them. A rather fiery lass to say the least, someone who one he figures, should best be kept on the good side of.<br/><br/>The lagi stood up a few moments after Uler did, but only after finishing his breakfast and drinking down his tea like a man who had gone days without drink, and walked out of the mess hall in a manner worth thoroughly ignoring. Of a final note, he seemed to be thoroughly devoid of weaponry unlike everyone else. Perhaps he was a combat caster, they where rumored to be scattered about the ranks of the army where they not?<br/><br/>He followed behind the small mob of soldiers that chased the Kirin and sighed lightly "Maybe I should do something about the lad. Though he sorta warranted this fine little mess." he mused to himself while keeping only a small distance between himself and the eleven. The expression on his face read, purely, amused.