Joachim's advanced Psychoanalysis
Joachim was a bit gloomy by now. He heard his wife just outside the cave, opted to go after a prisoner and found himself running into a wall charged by 4 non-existent Orcs. Before that the day had not been much nicer to him. He had run into a camp full of goblins made a fool out of himself and gotten all dirty. The icky mead was still uncomfortable as he walked right now, him only noticing that Lorem was moving along as the other was catching up with him already, and he definitely didn't want to think about how he smelled. The wind in the skies had diminished the senses his nose got to him and he had slowly gotten used to it, but if he focused a bit more he smelled the things that were starting to get rotten by the sun in between his armor plates.
And the accident had only been the start of his misery. He had made himself a fool further more as he accused Garak without a solid accusation falling to the assassins tricks and schemes. He had confronted him with what he could only base on his own wits and intuition. Now he knew he was right about it, but that did not help his credibility. The cherry on top of this deliciously rotten desert was the foul flavour the distance from Gerwin brought to his mouth. He missed her and her company. Now there was a person you could talk openly about and who would understand with you, even though, and this Joachim let carelessly by side, she did almost never agree with him.
Now the paladin was not particularly bad tempered, besides his rash behaviour perhaps and in fact the orcs he slain single handedly had calmed his inner unconscious rage a bit, but on the inside he was eager to run into some enemy he could smite.