Kevin
Along a quiet path in the Silnarian Empire's great Tossou plains sat a Tavern Inn. It served as the only building in the area for miles and a much needed rest point for travelers going near and far, it just so happened that one of those travelers was Thaeril Allaenyl, a deserter from the Silnarian Military and a staunch Anti-Monarchist who traveled around the country looking for like minded individuals, while avoiding the law, of course... She sat at a table with a handful of farm children, speaking to them.

"Think about it! The wealth of the Aristocrats, shared among you common folk! You would no longer have to pay outrageous taxes or be seen as lesser. We would all be equal in class and standing!"
Diana
*"That's quite ambitious. But how do you suppose such a dream would ever occur."*

A muffled voice spoke out. A feminine, and almost raspy voice belonging to a certain individual that wore a strange helmet with a protruding beak and a long, tattered cloak that hid just about everything beneath her neck that sat at another table besides them, although one could already tell she was quite armoured beneath her apparel. The woman was slightly glancing towards Thaeril's way, inevitably having caught the Qua's attention as she saw a Lathian woman rambling to some children about taxes and such. If she had a Macen-like nose she would've sneered at the mere presence of her by now but due to her insectile facial features, all she could do was glare. Though with her helmet, it simply looked like she was just staring at the Silnari for a while before finally entering the tavern.

*"What makes you think the aristocrats would ever share their wealth to commoners?"*

The armoured woman elaborated, as she tapped a gauntleted finger onto her own table, waiting for the Silnari's answer. To Chiara It sounded merely no more than a fantastical pipe dream, a delusion even. That and an overbearingly, preachy speech of a particularly talkative Lathian elf pouring into some poor childrens ears. The Qua lamented to herself as even in a tavern trying to peacefully enjoy alcohol, she cannot escape the near pompous presence of elves clogging the room's atmosphere.
Kevin
She looked at the armored hulk and began to think that maybe her time in this specific Tavern was drawing to a close. Thaeril ushered the children away as she began to formulate an answer or response to whatever was behind the mask. Thaeril felt it just a little rude that her conversations and lessons where interrupted so abruptly by some estranged foreigner... Or perhaps a new member of the flock...?

"Well, if you must know, Through force, if necessary. People are greedy, you see, and greed leads to famine, destruction, personal interest, etcetera... Perhaps you'd like to join in on this conversation?"