Jennifer
*"That, and so much more,"* The auspicious Lord affirmed, a half-smile flickering at the corners of his jowls. His embellished dreadlocks shimmered under the dim light of his hallway and cast a refined- almost *Elegant* Hue of silver and gold upon his charcoal fur, the scarred bestial visage incongruous to a Lymian noble. "Surely it must seem out of place to you; a canifor Lord in Silnari lands. Worry not, many of my peers find it just as unbecoming, and they are *Not* Shying away from voicing such thoughts. Not that I mind, of course. All change comes with strife after all, don't you agree?"

He stole a step closer, this time removing one leather glove and reaching with a paw closer to Jace. For a moment, the foreboding waft of sulphur lingered, yet was promptly replaced by a much more soothing waft of pines and lavender, dried in a autumn grove. Slowly, hesitantly, the small jackal sniffed at his hand and eased its apprehensive snarls, enough to even let him brush a thumb atop its head before he'd pull back. "Fascinating, isn't it? Beasts may not understand the world like sentient men do, yet they *Feel* It better than most of us do." 
The Lord moved near one of the walls, pressing his gloveless palm against its surface; old stone, embellished in obsidian and mahogany. He sighed.
"The hill this manor was built upon was once a place for primeval worship. The beasts know. The stones remember. We have forgotten."

His intense crimson gaze focused back on Juna, head arching forward.
"Tell me girl, do you pray to any gods?"
Catherine
*Juna tried to remain lax as the Lord came to pet her Jackal, trying to not feed her own worries into him. Her gaze didn't avert from his hands or rather paws were they? Most beastkin had them and yet she could only feel different from her lack of. Still though, she couldn't help staring for a while as he continued to ask her questions. The scent of sulphur fading and soon giving rise to something she was more accustomed to allowed her to calm her worries for the time being and so, allowing her ears to raise once more, she'd listen. He spoke of how strange it must be for her to see a Canifor Lord in Silnari, which Juna wouldn't doubt to be strange yet, as sheltered as she was from the reality of conflict, she couldn't come to understand what the Beastkin meant.*"Yes... I suppose it does..."*She'd say to agree with the Canifor.*"I believe it's more strange for me to... Properly meet another Canifor... Let alone a lord... It's... It's actually my first time coming to Lymia..."

*With the Lord walking off to one of the walls, Juna would dare cast a glance at him. He felt along the manor interior, speaking of the place's history and of something the beasts knew. The beasts? Juna couldn't tell if he was speaking of the animals, or other Beastkin, or even himself, but she could at least tell that this place must have quite a history for him to speak of it in such away.*

*When he turned back, she'd flinch from his gaze, part of it from being caught staring while he spoke. He asked if she prayed to any gods and to that, she wasn't sure what to answer. She wasn't even quite sure which he'd consider true gods. The Canifor found herself thanking the deities of nature, but to some, they may see them as simply nonexistent. She gave a small pat to her Jackal's head before eventually answering.*"Sometimes..."*Juna began.*"Sometimes I pray for... Good fortune when hunting... Especially around this time of year..."*She wasn't sure if it was the answer he was going looking for, but if he really hunted as the Mistress had once told her, maybe he would understand.*
Jennifer
"Oh, Lymia's not so bad... Once you get used to Silnari viewing themselves above you and having a stick up their arse at all times," The Lord quipped, letting a low chortle. "But meeting another *Canifor*?" His head arched lower as though to subtly sniff at Juda, perplexed. "Yes, your scent resembles a canifor and you have ears like one... But you look different than any kin I've known. Where are you from, girl? You make it sound as though you've *Never* Seen another kin."

He folded his hands behind his back and straightened his posture once more, frowning at Juna's answer. He did not seem displeased, but rather perplexed, for one reason or another. "A hunter, are you? Of course, any divine boon would help in seeking prey. I've done some hunting of my own, even though I doubt our targets were quite the same." The Lord pivoted aside, opening the way toward the rest of the hallway, including his own study and upper rooms. "Ah, but I believe I've stalled you long enough. By all means, feel free to explore my humble abode. Or perhaps I could offer you some of the finer beverages I can offer. Silnari *Do* Brew some fine wine and brandy, that much I'll admit."
Catherine
"I'm from..."*Juna paused, having think it over for a bit of how to describe where exactly she came from. She supposed the Canifor wouldn't know much of the small town hundreds of miles away from Lymia, so she decided to keep it more general.*"Just a small town some ways away from here..."*She'd say, deciding not to emphasize her home set apart from the rest so that it could be closer to the forests and nature. Of course it was her parents' choice, she was simply lucky for it.*"I... Didn't grow up with Canifors and... It's pretty rare that I ever see one..."*She'd say, scratching at her head. Juna considered saying that her meetings were typically not the most pleasant, but she didn't want to insult him in doing so.*"Well... I just... Rarely ever see one."*The Canifor finished, changing up where she was going with the sentence which only served to make it sound more awkward.

With the frown he gave to her response, Juna wasn't sure to take it as she answered it wrong or merely looked idiotic from it. Maybe he found it upsetting, however, whatever thoughts clouded her mind seemed to fade away as he questioned if she were a hunter and explained his own experience with it. So he was a hunter as the mistress said or maybe was one. Well that answered one question, though his explanation of the targets he caught made her wonder if the other part of what Mercy said was true. No, surely he wouldn't hunt down another beastkin. At least she hoped so anyways.*

*As the Lord opened up the rest of the hallway, allowing her to continue her exploration, she would look out towards the rest of the mansion she had yet to see. It was a wonder how she'd ever find her way out of this place. Well she could think of a few ways anyways. When he offered her drinks, she would give a soft shake of her head.*"No thank you..."*She'd answer quietly. Half of the reason was that she didn't have an interest in his offer and the other being the extra hospitality that she'd rather not have him concern over.*"I... I think Mercy might... Have everything all set up for dinner... I wouldn't want to ask any more from you..."*She'd explain, dipping her head before looking back down the hall that remained unexplored. Surely there was still time until dinner, right?*