"God damn it, that bastard." Javier muttered under his breath while walking at a brisky pace around the area, looking for a certain distasteful brown haired man who had suddenly disappeared from his side. Shouldn't a guy his age know by now that he can't just run off without alerting his damn guard?

Javier didn't have the time to sulk though. Knowing Lloyd, he could A) be anywhere by now and B) currently be fighting the literal devil from the bible by now. Point being: He was reckless, over-confident, and unpredictable. So what if everything works out for him in the end? It might not this time. Thus, he, his loyal knight--even if more often than not, Javier wanted to throttle the man--was searching the streets of the Frontera County for his master.

Truth be told, though he could put up a calm front, he was sort of panicking. Perhaps he'd grown a bit fond of that rat. Oh dear.

While keeping an eye out after making yet another round places he typically lingers, he noticed someone who looked a tad bit out of place. Perhaps they may have noticed something he didn't... so, he walked up to them.

"Excuse me. Have you seen Master Lloyd here?" He inquired politely, though he could feel sweat dripping down the back of his neck as his anxiety rose.