Joseph sighed to himself as he remembered something important. To be honest, the man... the prince, Marlon... was injured, right? That meant that when trouble came, no one would be there to defend the two of them. Not like he had any skill in fighting- at least, he didn't remember it- but at least he could stand.

Shit, if only I had the sword that went with this belt here.

He shrugged to himself and began heading back with what little he had (though it would be enough to start something), wondering if anything had happened in the past few... seconds? Minutes? Whatever, he just began making his way back, feeling obligated to stay and watch over them for a bit.