Linda
Aismir seemed like a halfway decent spot to be at the moment, at least to Sirra it did. The recent start to her career of mercenary work abroad seemed like a little bit harder an adjustment than she had initially thought. Who knew that her homeland was so tight-knit? Not only was she not used to the world being her oyster, but her upbringing hadn't exactly piroritized education is history, geopolitics, or anything else other than fighting that a mercenary ought to know. At least she knew how to read.

The relative chill compared to what she was used to was surprisingly pleasant, nipping at her skin in a way that wasn't quite uncomfortable, but definitely gave her a different feel. From her short time having been there, all of around ten minutes that was, it seemed like a pretty docile place, which also probably meant it was a decent spot to try and find a job to ease her into what being a merc was like outside of Saedion. Before going out of her way to look for one, however, she opted to stroll the streets and get the feel of the place and the lay of the land, her long braid of silver swaying in the cool breeze as the red gems embedded in her head scanned around and took it all in.
Robert
It had been 2 years since he destroyed the cult in his hometown, 2 years since he started the road of adventurer. Besides exploring new places was fun.

Erwraek was in tavern wanting to get a full belly before his next adventure.
John
Samuel was on the line of work as an Adventurer for some years now, but still found himself as an amateur, always prioritizing doing more work than resting.

When he came to Aismir he was a bit taken back by the beauty of the place, mesmerized even. But he wasn't there for sight seeing, he was there to get a new job and get it done.

He'd enter the Tavern, as he looks around the place for a bit standing in front of the entrance, spying with his eyes hidden on the helmet. The place was full of life, but most importantly to him, it was full of occasions for him to get a new job. Silently he'd go to the 'quest board'.
Linda
After a little bit more walking, Sirra felt like she had gotten a good sense of the city, at least good enough to think she could chase or outrun someone. In any case, she thought it was a good idea to find someplace to squat for a little bit, maybe do some people watching at the least. The best place to do that back home had been at a tavern or an inn, so she backtracked in her memory to when she had passed one of the former, turned tail, and headed back in that direction.

Stepping inside, Sirra looked over the place and found almost exactly what she had expected: a sort of lax atmosphere to match the rest of the city, the average patron here and the slightly less average drunk there. Most of them seemed like humans or dwarves. Hell, there was even someone standing at the little missive board in something of a set of armor. At least that told her that there was, in fact, work in this place. Then again, if the rest of Eluaria was anything like Saedion, someone was always gonna want something.

Sirra never really had the easiest time blending in with a tavern's clientelle, obviously in part due to her outfit, which definitely showed off a bit more skin than the average warrior or adventurer. The only way someone unfamiliar with her could tell that she was either of those things was the katana frogged on her gold belt. Her red eyes didn't help too much in that regard, either, because what other human had red eyes? Plus, it almost became more obvious once she sat down sort of close to the board where the armored guy stood and settled in to see what she could see, as she had never drank a drop in her life and seemingly had no intention to get a glass in front of her.
Robert
*After getting his face stuffed with food. Erwreak or as most people would call him, Erw went to the quest board looking for his next job.*

*The board was full of quests but one particular piqued his interest, it was about investigating a town after a rumour about a cult has spread. 'Just what are the chances that it might be the same cult that I destroyed 2 years ago, knowing my luck, decent'.*
John
The man, still standing at the board, was looking for a job that would not only pick his interest, but also pick his pockets' interest. There was indeed one that fell down these two criteria, something related to a blood cult.

*Mh, interisting* He'd think to himself, but this moment of quiet would shortly break, as he'd look over his shoulder to notice another man standing near him, and by the looks of it, it seems he was also interested in the same job.

"You... Are a mercenary?"

The knight would ask, as he looked back at the job's paper. He didn't know him but he looked like someone who seems quite... Suspicious at first.
Robert
Was he a Erwraek Khealesic a mercenary, yes, without a doubt, did that mean he was always on right side of the law, that was very discutable, he worked for cash, even if that cash came from underhanded actions. 

In this situation it was hard to tell if this knight wanted to quietly arrest him or ask for help.

"Depends on why you are asking sir?"
John
Samuel's gaze would go back to the man after a bit before answer the stranger's request.

"I seen you eyeing down the same job I took interest into. I guessed you were either a Mercenary or an Adventurer looking for making quick money."

The knight's helmet covering his face didn't help with understanding his intentions, so he assumed the stranger thought of him an ill intention man. He didn't give much weight to it, but he wanted to make sure they were on the same page.

"You don't have to worry," His gaze would return to the piece of paper on the wall. "I'm not here to do anything to you. I just was wondering if you were Ok with working with me if you were interested."

He'd cross his arms.
Robert
Erw relaxes a bit and takes a breath of relief. It looked like today he won't going to jail. 

I guess if the rumours come to be true and there is a cult in that town, having more people will be a good idea.
John
"So... You got a name?" 

The knight would ask him without looking at him.
Robert
" I do have a name and it is Erwraek Khealesic although most people call me Erw"

"What about you sir Knight, what is your name?"
John
"Alright, Erw... You can call me Samuel, or simply Sam."

Before he could say anything else to him, his stomach would start to growl loudly. Not the best first impression. 
He'd turn his head to face him.

"Mh.."

To be exactly fair, Samuel hasn't been eating a lot lately, he's been travelling on foot for Aismir for some days now.
Linda
By this point, Sirra had already been listening in on their conversation with intrigue, and not trying too hard to hide it. She was sort of surprised that they seemed so friendly and willing to team up on a whim. At least, the one in the armor who introduces himself as Sam did. Something about the Erwaek guy seemed sort of off, but she didn't like to judge. Her foremost thought when she heard him introduce himself was, "Man, that must be really hard to spell."

Aside from that, the job itself sounded like it could be fun. At the very least, it seemed morally straightforward. Sirra probably wouldn't have to worry about sparing members of a blood cult, as that seemed pretty overtly bad. Was cooperation this common with mercs out here? Was she going to have to get used to doing things that way? She couldn't picture herself minding too much, but she didn't have any experience at all working in a group.

Her train of thought was broken by the impressively loud growling of Samuel's stomach. She sensed an opportunity to interject and learn more about how things worked around here. He seemed to have a problem, and she had a fat coin purse from doing business back home to solve it. Sirra cleared her throat in preparation before putting on a friendly smile.

"Hey guys," She called out to them, as she still wasn't sitting far from the missive board, the table empty except for her. "Room for one more? If you guys come over here and fill me in, I'll get you something to eat." Food: the ultimate bargaining chip. At least, it was to her. It was really hard to pass up a good meal.
Robert
"I already ate breakfast and was about to head out, but I guess I could go to the alchemy guild and get some more potions and whatnot, while you eat. 

'I should probably bring extra supplies as these dunces probably had not thought about it, maybe even extra bed rolls, what kind of idiot waits till noon to eat breakfast. You eat breakfast as soon as you wake up as it gives you strength for the day.'
John
Samuel would simply nod at Erw, as he'd turn his attention to the silver haired girl. He'd look at her and then he'd point at her.

"Were you eavesdropp-"

Once more the strong growl of his stomach would come back and do his appearance. The hand would get down, as he'd sigh. Defeated by his own body, or should I say stomach.

"Fine.. I guess I could fill you in while he does his stuff."

He'd grab the piece of paper from the quest board, as he'd sit down in the same table where she was sitting. He'd look at her, and then gave her the paper.

"I'd rather eat now, and then discuss you about the details later. If that's fine for you... Miss?"
Linda
As Erw left with nothing more than a simple pragmatic explanation, Sirra turned her attention fully to Samuel, who sat down with her after his dissatisfied appetite interrupted his accusation. Sirra promptly twirled the paper from the board around in her direction as the man in armor set it down before her, looking over some of the specifics for a moment before he piped up. The fact that he called her Miss in place of her unknown name was kinda flattering, even if it was probably perfunctory.

"Sirra," She corrected, looking up from the missive and sliding it off to the side. "Call me Sirra. And you're Sam, right?" She didn't even try to hide that she had, in fact, been eavesdropping, and her tone acknowledged it a little.
John
He'd smirk under the helmet, and at once, he'd finally take it off and gently put it on the table, on his side. As he died a fairly small smile was visible. It wasn't that warm, more of an exhausted smile.

"You're either a future teller... Or you were simply listening to our conversation... Is that like a bad habit of yours?"

He'd say in a kind of jokingly tone.

"Anyway, yes. The name's Sam."

His smile would slightly fade away, as his hunger was genuinely stressing him out now. I guessed sitting down and relaxing just a little was enough for all of his system to kick back in survival mode.

"So... You said you'd pay for everything, mh?"
Linda
As Sam took his helmet off and revealed his face, Sirra was pleasantly surprised. Most people in full armor back home tended to be on the older side, but Sam didn't seem much older than her, maybe in his 30s. His dark hair and green eyes seemed kept pretty well. On the subject of his eyes, they looked on the softer side to her, though maybe that was mostly because he had been wearing a helmet before in contrast.

"Hey, don't take it personally or anything," She responded in a matching tone, shrugging off the nonchalant accusation. "I'm just trying to figure out how other mercs do things around here, you know? Nice to formally meet you, Sam."

She assumed that he must be pretty hungry to echo back at her so quick her offer.

"That's what I said, yea. Sit right here, I'll see what they've got." Sirra got up and moved over to the bar to ask about the options, giving Sam a chance to assess her while she wasn't focused on him.
John
Sam would nod as he looked at her. She was wearing something very... Exotic? It showed a lot of skin. He wasn't sure if that was part of her culture, but he didn't have the courage to ask such a rude question, especially when he know only her name. Another thing that picked his interest was her red eyes and her particular hair color. Although these particular details, she seemed... Human?

He'd turn his gaze away from her, as he looked down at his helmet, cleaning it a bit as he waits for her return, but more importantly, the so awaited food. He was starving.
Linda
It didn't take all too long for Sirra to get two plates, one for her and one for Sam, give the tender his payment, and waltz back to their table, setting a plate of lamb and veg in front of him and herself. Settling back into her seat across from him, she sighed pleasantly and gestured to the food with a simple open palm.

"Hope that gets your stomach to quiet down," She wished him, looking down at her own meal and admiring the aroma. She hadn't even thought of the food being different outside of Saedion, but the scent put that into perspective properly. She didn't hesitate to start enjoying it, almost forgetting about Sam's presence.

"Alright, so you wanna know anything? I don't expect you to trust me to fight with you just because I bought you food." She figured that leaving the floor open to trivia would make her seem more trustworthy. Truth be told, despite her friendly tone, she didn't fully trust him. Obviously. They had just met. Still, he seemed nice so far.
John
Before eating his plate, he'd look at her. Well at least she was smart and not easy to give trust just to anyone in this world.

"Well, you know how they say; When you blindly trust another person you get two outcomes: A friend for life or a valuable lesson in life."

He'd look down at his plate.

"But... Both, regardless of the outcome, are valuable in one's life."

He'd say, before finally starting to fill his stomach with the food gently offered by the silver haired girl. Ah, he didn't eat this good in weeks now, the traveling has been killing him lately.

He'd look back up at her, as he gulps down a mouthful.

"You mentioned you were new to this kind of jobs, right? Or should I say to the life of a Mercenary?"
Linda
"I didn't peg you as the philosophical type, but look at you," Sirra teased after his assessment of the value of trust. Soon enough, though, he got to questioning, and she delivered as promised.

"I'm not new to being a merc, don't get me wrong." The way she said "Merc" Was almost soft compared to the full word. "I've been doing this since I was sixteen. Thing is, I've been doing it alone, and only recently started traveling around for it." She took a bite of her veg before concluding. "But I can handle myself just fine, if that's what you're worried about."
John
"I see.. Well if you'd like to I'd say it's fair for you to ask me something as well. Since you picked interesting with working with me and Erw.."

He'd look at her. Mh, she's been doing that since she was just sixteen? I guess they aren't so different from one another. Only difference is, she probably had it better considering how happy going she seems to be. But who knows, could be all a mask, he not one to trust someone so easily as well, he likes to keep his distances himself.

Without even realizing, his plate would have gone empty already, in all honesty, he genuinely devoured it.
Linda
Sirra wasn't far behind with her progress on her meal, having a little more than a third of it left. She might have been closer if she hadn't been giving her answer.

"Oh, mine's easy," Sirra assured him, leaning forward on the table with her weight on her elbows. "What can you do? I mean, I noticed the sword, but I want some details." Sirra wasn't illiterate when it came to the variety that constituted combat prowess. Swords, magic, martial arts, ranged weapons, etcetera, but she wanted to know if part of what she was missing out on in Saedion was sitting right in front of her.
John
He didn't expect that, her question was kind of childish, almost like an excited kid wanting to know someone's new toy. But he didn't mind showing his power, just not *All* Of his ace cards.

He'd snap his fingers, as a small flame would appear from the tip of his finger. It was shining with a bright red, and it seemed pretty warm.

"Does this satisfy your curiosity?"

He'd ask her, keeping the little flame alive for a while, before snapping it out, as a small line of smoke would follow.

"As for the sword, well... I have no idea what it does, it's name and it's forger. I found it a long time ago, and it had, and still has, a weird magical feeling to it."
Linda
Sirra wore a look of intrigue as Sam snapped a flickering flame onto his finger. Its glow was pretty pleasant, as was its heat.

"A little bit," Sirra responded. Sam could clearly do more, but she understood not wanting to put all of his cards on the table. She did it all the time. The additional info about his sword, which was apparently mysterious to even him, sated her thirst for knowledge a bit more. "Man, I wish I had that kind of mystique around my sword." Reciprocating his willingness to share a bit, Sirra removed her katana from its frog on her belt and held it up a little.

Its sheathe was a not quite pitch black apart from a small length of faded blue ribbon tied around its midpoint, the hilt being woven in the former color to make a consecutive diamond pattern out of the red material underneath. Its hilt guard was rounded and golden with crescent-shaped notches on either side, as was the end piece.

"I just picked this up off of someone I beat back home."
John
Sam stared at the sword's sheath, as it had a very particular ornaments, not many swords had it. Could they mean something? It's indeed very unique, he hasn't anything like that similar to others.

"Mh.."

But... It didn't give enough weight, as usual. He'd look back at her and simply gave her a small chuckle.

"It's not about the sword, but who's wielding it, that makes it a deadly weapon"
Linda
"Well, yea," Sirra replied in a perfunctory-feeling kind of way, putting her weapon down next to her, "I could have told you that. I just wish there was more of a story to it like yours, you know? Even if you don't know whatever story that is. Plus, I'm a little jealous if yours is magic." She mentioned being jealous more to make light banter than as an actual expression of thought. As someone who had never actually used traditional magic, in the form of a weapon or as an extension of the self, she didn't really understand the appeal. Putting your hand out and shooting a fireball sounded like it would get rid of all of a fight's fun parts.

"So, that Erw guy. What's your take on him, if you don't mind me asking?" She finally got back to partaking in her dish as she awaited a response. If those two really had just met and decided to team up like she had thought, she was curious how much reservation Sam had about it.
John
"He seems a reserved guy. He was all defensive when I asked him if he was a Mercenary. Which is kind of suspicious, only a man who has to hide doesn't clarify his job right away."

He'd grab his helmet, and put it back on, as he'd look at her. To be fair, everyone has their secrets, some are just better than others on hiding them. He for one didn't have much to hide.

"But... Is not like I blame him. I could understand trying to hide something from the world. Just... I rather not keep funny business away if we're going to fight together. Mh, what about you? Got something to hide?"

Although it wasn't visible, a slight smile was hidden under the helmet after the last question, as he intended it more as a joke if anything else.
Linda
In her mind, hiding the fact that you're a mercenary didn't seem like the most unreasonable thing ever. After all, the profession wasn't exactly known for altruism and do-gooding. Still, the fact that Erw had passed up the meal, unlike Sam, sat with Sirra sort of weird. He could have easily sat down and just chosen not to eat. Now they'd be going to do whatever it was they were doing with him none the wiser to who she was.

Samuel's straight ask as to whether Sirra had something to hide almost caught her off guard. The red curse mark hidden under the fabric on her palm may as well have ached in response. Not out of guilt, but as a reminder. It was probably not a damning secret for someone else to know, but it was damning to *Her.*

"Well, I'm good at climbing, if that counts," Sirra offered casually, acting as if her oddly-colored eyes weren't a token of her deflection.
John
Sam would look at her without saying anything for a good 3 seconds, before giving her a slight chuckle.

"Right, in case someone gets their cat stuck in a tree I'll know who to ask then."

The knight at least knew how to keep the mood up. He assumed she was also hiding something, who goes around saying they're good at climbing?

"..Well, if you don't mind me asking. What is that you're the best at doing? Since you've asked about my power, I guess I wouldn't mind knowing with what I'll deal with if we get in a fight against someone or something."
Linda
"Hey, give me a little credit," She said quickly after the cat in the tree remark, not actually bothered by it. "It's gotten me out of pinches before." It was only natural that he would ask what her gimmick was after she had asked his. "If I had to pin down what I'm good at..." She put a thoughtful finger to her chin, tapping her opposite hand in a soft rhythm on the table now that her food was all but consumed.

"I'd say I'm good at getting in, doing damage, and getting out. Not that I can't hold my own up close, but standing there and taking it isn't exactly my style."
John
"Swift and fast. Ok, I can see it."

Samuel would get up from the chair, as he looked at her expecting her to follow him.

"Well, I'd say it's time to go. Erw said he was at the Alchemy Guild right? He sure is taking a lot of time."
Linda
Sirra hadn't fully acknowledged Samuel's height until he stood up from his chair right then. Yes, she was a woman, and men were generally taller, but still. Maybe his armor just made him more imposing like that. Regardless, she got up from across from him and followed his lead, her silver braid falling elegantly behind her. She was sure to replace her sword upon her belt and fold the missive detailing the job to stash it for later.

"Yeah, no kidding. I'm willing to bet you know this place better than me, so lead the way."
Robert
*Erw arrives with a backpack on his back and two blades.*

"So i guess you two are ready to go?"

*Erw smiles at them readily.*

"So town in question is about a week worth of travel by foot or 2-3 days by wagon."
John
"Oh, no. I just ar-"

Samuel would get cut shortly after the arrival of Erw, as he'd turn around to face him.

"Oh, there you are, we were just coming to get you. And yes, we are ready."
Robert
"I should probably introduce my self properly, I am a half elf, Erwraek Khealesic, but most people call me Erw. I usually like to get close and personal, slice and dice my opponents."
John
Sam would look at Erw, as he'd cross his arms. He'd look up and down at him, almost doing an examination.

"What a small world we live in. It would seem the three of us fight the same way."

He'd smile underneath his helmet.
Robert
"So all three of us fight in close quarters? That is rather interesting but a fair warning, people who joined me on adventures, tend to call my fighting style: demonic, cruel, demented, even wasteful. So please keep an open mind about it "

*Erw gives them a fair warning knowing it will probably be needed.*
Linda
Sirra was surprised to see Erw walk in at the last possible second, more geared up than she had last seen him. Hearing his full name again inspired another bout of wondering how you were supposed to spell that. Aside from that, she could at least source some of their impromptu compantionship off of all of them opting to fight close quarters. They had that in common.

And then Erw went on about his fighting style, she sensed maybe a little bit of a red flag. It would take a lot for her to call someoen's fighting style "Demonic," But it seemed like he had more synonyms on hand, so maybe it had some weight to it.

"Well... Nice to formally meet you, Erw" She offered, extending a hand to make up for not having eaten lunch with him.
John
Samuel would look at Erw, then Sirra, then again back to Erw after that claim. Y'know, bit worrying for someone you hardly know to describe it's own way to fight 'demonic'. But oh well, as long as it's not pointed at him, he could close an eye, he truly only cared about getting the job down before anything else.

"Well, I'll try to keep that in mind...?"

He'd say, not sure what to tell him.

"So, are we traveling by foot or..?"
Robert
*Erw shakes her hand still wandering what her name is. He would probably have to ask Sam about it later*

"Unless you 2 have enough gold to rent a wagon, we traveling by foot."
Linda
Sirra had just processed what Erw had said about the travel time: two to three days by carriage, and a week by foot. Her eyes widened when she realized. The most she had ever had to travel for work back home was a few hours' worth, as it was all relatively localized. This, apparenlty, was much further away, which is something she hadn't bothered to read, mostly because she wouldn't know where it was, anyway. She really needed a map for herself, or something.

"Do we at least know the name of this place?" Sirra asked. "I can afford a carriage for us, but I still don't know where we're doing, which is kind of an issue."
John
"She's got a point. I already forgot what was written on the paper."

Samuel would say, as he'd look at Erw, like waiting for a response. Unlike Sirra, Samuel has been traveling most of his life, on foot. Hell, even getting here at Aismir he did by foot.

"Also, I suggest we get a wagon. We're not really traveling for a visit here, we're on a job."
Robert
*Erw shows them the scroll with a quest on it*
John
Samuel would look at the scroll. Mh, Viliyar? He hasn't been there yet in his travels.

"Viliyar is new to me, do you two know the place?"
Linda
"Never even heard of it." Sirra was about as unfamiliar with it as Sam was. "What direction is it in?"
Robert
Erw sighs and points his finger to the part where it says west of Aisimr.

"I never heard of it either but I've been only doing this whole mercenary life for two years"

"We could buy a map, and if there is not a town with that name talk to someone official about it"
John
He'd look at Sirra, then back at Erw.

"I'm sure there is no need for a map. The scroll mentions it's just at West of Aishir."
Linda
Sirra cocked her head slightly to one side and raised an eyebrow.

"Aishir? Are we supposed to know where that is? Or... Did they just misspell Aismir?" If it was the latter, it wasn't the first time she had seen a mistake like that on a missive. After all, you couldn't really undo a writing mistake in ink. She felt a little stupid for not knowing for sure, though.
John
Samuel looked at Sirra. To be honestly fair it's true, it did happen sometimes in his years of minor misspellings, and thus one seemed like one now that she pointed it out. He'd have another look at the scroll to be sure, and yep, still said Aishir.

"She's not wrong. It happened sometimes to me as well in the past years. What do you say Erw?"
Robert
Erw double check it and it is in fact misspelled.

 "It's just misspelled so come on, people let's not waste precious daylight."

Erw leaves the tavern and waits for others outside.
John
Sam would quickly follow, as he checks his gear to be ready for travel. By the looks of it, it will be quite the long ride, but it's not like he's not used to it. What's new for him is that this time he won't be travelling alone. 

"I'm ready to go. We're taking a wagon, right?" 

Samuel would ask the two.