Ghislaine
*Terrel would make his way through the wet marshy lands of the steppes, his gaze kept low while passing by the distant farmlands and crop fields. Only recently had he left the Capitol, deciding to exit Silnaria through its steppes, where it was mostly only populated by Steppe Elves. His hand would be tightly wrapped up in a lead while his horse would trot behind him being tied to the other end of it. There was a bit of relief in being out of the city, allowing him to travel in silence without the constant sounds of others surrounding him and his traveling companions.

He'd gaze up towards the sky, trying to make note of how much progress he was making. The Elf had set out just before noon and part of him was hoping to reach the forests before nightfall. However, the steppes were an expansive land and he knew it would take him quite a while to cross it entirely in half a day.*"You don't reckon we'd have to camp out here tonight do you Carl?"*He'd ask his horse who'd simply look back at him in response. Terrel wasn't sure if making a fire out in the middle of a bunch of farmlands was the best idea nor possible for that matter with the land recovering from melting snow. It was more likely to go out upon being lit with how wet the land was. Maybe a torch would be a better idea in ensuring that he could continue traveling despite nightfall. Only time will tell really.*
Denise
**John riding atop a horse would be going down the road towards terrel, the man held a tower shield in his left hand and a rapier in his other. The man himself was dressed in a light blue gambeson of sorts, with a metal helmet. But his face seemed to be covered by some linen sack with eye holes cut out in it.

Upon the rider seeing terrel he started slowly down as to not splash this stranger with mud, he didn't wanna be rude towards someone while he was traveling or in general. It just seemed wrong.

While slowed down to a trot with his horse, he gave a friendly wave to terral since he figured that was something people did sometimes. Johns horse wore a light red gambeson with a leather helmet, and it didn't seem to have reigns or a lead on it. Almost like the horse wasn't controlled but rather it was a teamwork situation.**
Ghislaine
*Terrel's gaze would be lowered, eventually glancing up as he came to notice a rider in the distance, gradually making his way over to him. His eyes would travel over the man's gear, figuring him for any other traveler who found need in hiding his identity. It wasn't often he saw another armored traveler heading through the steppes, what with it being mostly marsh farm land, not made best for traveling.

As the man slowed down upon nearing him, part of Terrel thought he was stopping to speak to him. His horse would turn his head towards the other steed, his nostrils flaring up at their approach in his timidity of the newcomers. At the wave, Terrel would give a light wave back, partially turning to him as he came to a slow trot.*"No everyday I see a rider traveling through the steppes."*He'd say with a smirk.*"I figured this place for farmer's only."
Denise
**When terrel began speaking John came to a stop to speak as well, but John had no idea what this weird pink pig faced man was saying. John knew none of the same languages as terrel and as such had no wya to communicate. So John spoke in Pinnacelian Arcanic unsure if this man understood it then that would be pretty nice.**

"Excuse me but i do not speak that language, do you speak pinnacelian arcanic?"

**They said as they got off their horse and walked over to about 2 meters from terrel, he still held his shield but it seemed less like he was ready for combat and more he just had nowhere else it put it. Downsides of having a tower shield is usually the size of it, and the fact it can make your arm tired from carrying it all day.

Now that the bag faced man was so close if terrel looked he would see that John appeared to have deep crimson eyes, and the man seemed to carry a spear on his back but it seemed far less used based on the shine to it and the lack of chipping ot damage to it.

Meanwhile his rapier seemed slightly dulled and less shiny, it's condition seemed fine aside from that. Which was quite the strange combination, a rapier and a tower shield used at once. It would seem based off everything about this man, he was from a different country.**
Ghislaine
*Terrel would pause as the man spoke, staring at him blankly with him speaking in a language unbeknownst to him. The Elf was more use to speaking in Silnarian or Fricharii with a few other languages he was more or less experienced in. However, this one seemed completely foreign to him, in the land of Silnaria nonetheless.

Terrel would shake his head slightly, not so much in answering the question he couldn't understand but instead simply shaking off his words.*"I'll be honest man, I have no clue what you're saying."*He'd eventually say in a neutral tone.

For a short moment, he found himself distracted by the man's weapons and strange set up, finding it standing out more in the marshy area. The combination didn't make much sense to him nor did his gear in general. Maybe the man was new to this place, being a traveler, as he wasn't like any other Elf he had met before.*

"Do you speak in Silnarian?"*He'd start to ask.*"Fricharii, Menti?"*The Elf would name out a few of the languages, hoping one of them would stick out for the man to use. If none of them, maybe a few more, though with the language barrier, it was hard to tell if he even knew what the Elf was asking him. Eventually he'd run out of language options, seeming rather unfortunate for the casual conversation.*
Denise
**John listened to terrel asking if he knew silnarian, amongst a few other languages. But he didn't know any of them at all and simply stared blankly, so he decided to bust out his old tricks of reading body language, and speaking through drawings.

So with that in mind he drew his rapier from it's sheath, he then used the tip to draw a crude drawing of a triangle with a line going from the top point down to the bottom, along with a crude drawing of a pigs face and a circle with 2 eyes beside it. He then spoke gesturing to the drawing.**

"Do you know where we could set up camp, I'd like to ask you some questions about the local area.. Although i doubt I'll get much out of you it's worth a shot.."

**He said the last part in a slightly lower tone, like he was more speaking to himself with that. He wasn't sure if his beautiful and amazing artistic designs would get through the language barrier, but he hoped it would be conveyed in a good enough fashion.

He didn't mind the marsh or getting muddied as he always felt pretty damp anyways, and he figured a nice chat would be fine to have out here for a few minutes or hours. Although it would inevitably end up being a game of pictionary rather than actual talking, but never the less the information could be helpful if he managed to get him respond.**