Bab 301: Impatient

LERRIN 

An hour later Lerrin stalked down the trails through the encampment, towards his tent. His ire rose as he made himself look and found many of the small discomforts and ill-disciplines he had noticed with Asta, sprinkled throughout the camp.

He wanted to bite something. What had infected his people who were usually so dedicated to cleanliness and detail? He would amend his order to Asta and demand to speak with the fist leaders himself tomorrow. This would not continue. But for now, he had to push on. He was already late getting to his tent.