Sage wrinkled his nose slightly when Lorenzo mentioned his fathers reaction to if he made a mess, shaking his head slightly. "Then you're both lamer than I thought," he noted simply. At Lorenzo's question, sage stilled though. He was there because it was all he knew - and because none of them could. They were kept there, and their superiors punished anyone who expressed not liking it or eating to leave severely. Men had died trying to escape. In fact, he didn't think anyone had gotten out of the situation unless they'd been captured or something similar. "Because that's my option," he finally settled on. Though a small twitch of his lips did pull a faint smile onto his face. "Though I suppose I do enjoy the adrenaline rush that comes from a good fight," he admitted with a shrug.

Though, when he was told to relax, he just shook his head slowly. "You do realize I'm not going to try anything, right," he huffed out, though he did hurt still, so he moved to sit back down on the chair with a sort of sigh. "What's the plan with me anyway," he asked. "I assume they'll ship me off to some dungeon. Or arrange an execution," he hummed in thought. "Do you still use guillotines? Those are neat," he added, not seeming to be too concerned about the fact that he might very well be executed soon.

Sage had nodded when Lorenzo offered up his own name, a small smile accompanying a grunt of acknowledgement. He had taken the name into account, and hadn't expected the handshake, so when Lorenzo reached for him he leaned away instinctively for a moment before realizing what he was doing and reaching forward to take his hand. "Right," he noted with a nod, still processing the information whalen he was told to follow. He just gave Lorenzo an odd look, but his curiosity was too strong despite the heavy tiredness weighing on his shoulders, so he shifted to follow him. It was slow, since he was exhausted and everything hurt, but he was following.

He edged around the guard cautiously as they emerged, eyeing them admittedly a little nervously as Lorenzo talked to....whoever he was talking to. He didn't know names or positions. He didn't really care to either. When Lorenzo turned to him and spoke, he thought surely he misheard, so after a moment of staring at the other man dumbfounded by the question, he just shook his head. "What," he asked, though it was the no Lorenzo was asking for. It just....held a lot of confusion in it too. His brain was slowing down...he should probably pass out somewhere for a while, not wander around, but he really was curious now. Admittedly, it was mostly about Lorenzo.

(it's all good, I'm doing much the same thing atm haha)

Sage really wasn't sure what was happening, but he let Lorenzo tug him down along through the village. Despite the fact that he was dragging him, he did notice that he was careful to keep it at a pace sage could go at without his side hurting too much, which he appreciated. Even so, when they finally stopped inside the castle, he had to double over for a moment to catch his breath, obviously exhausted from the effort of moving around again.

He threw a side eyes glance at Lorenzo when his clothes were mentioned, but he knew he was right, so he could t really grumble about it. "Part of my charm," he noted dryly, sort of freezing for a moment when the new clothes were handed to him. They were tossed so casually, but he'd never had anything nearly as expensive at these. Even so, despite every warning bell imringing in his head, he trusted Lorenzo. So, he shifted into the bathroom, where he changed out of his old clothes, and used an old ckoth from the cabinet to wipe himself off best he could - he didn't want to ruin them with dirt or blood from his body. His head was hurting too, so he took out the tightly braided hairstyle he used for combat, instead re-braiding it into a single loose braid before emerging again, admittedly much more comfortable despite the slightly too big clothes.