Today was a strange, yet admittedly eventful day.

The general had been interrupted from his daily patrol of what he thought was someone in trouble -- which was technically true, but not in the way he'd imagined it. The red one who hung from the tree in his strange contraption was the first cause of Azon's bewilderment -- and the woman poking fun of the entire situation was the second cause. The two of them played equal roles in giving him a headache, yet the pale brute needed something eventful to take his mind of of work for a hot minute (and beggars couldn't be choosers).

Headache or not, it was his own self-proclaimed duty to not leave anyone by their lonesome in trouble. The crazy red-headed man who was afraid of his own paws needed help, and the tundrarian was there to provide said help. Which is why the knight promptly dragged the man named Fintan to go see miss Willadeene that day before returning to his patrols. If anyone could help him with his concussion, he was confident that Easternholden's doctor could.

Concussion.....yeah. Had to have been.

After picking up an extra night patrol, Ignis would call in for the day and begin heading to his chambers -- but not before going to visit the curious red-head that had been in his thoughts during work.

--and coincidently, he'd found him wandering the empty halls of the castle.

Now don't Willadeen have you under her containment, boy? He asked with a raised eyebrow, foot steps heavy against the cold flooring as he approached.

Why in th'world you walkin' around with a head injury?