Nancy
*Terrel turned his head at the entrance of the naga, a single eyebrow raising. He watched her cross her way over to the bar, wounds earlier endured partially hidden under the patchwork done. Anyone could assume her being in a fight recently, though who doesn't get themselves into one at some point? He let out a snort of air, the aura coming off of her reminding him of a particular Silnari he once met at a tavern in Salvainia. She wasn't the biggest conversationalist and from what Terrel was picking up, he doubted this one would be either. Funny how most seemed to be upset about something, though without much else going on here, there was hardly anything better to do.*

"Well don't you know how to make an entrance?"*He jested towards her, moving his arm to rest over the head of his seat. The man himself didn't look so worse for wear, though even in a relaxed state he seemed battle ready. Armor could be seen through the covering of his red cloak while along his back sat the sheathe of his Greatsword. It was a rather odd appearance, especially when paired with his brightly colored pink hair and the mask of a hog to accommodate it across his face, though Terrel didn't seem particularly phased by it as he regarded her.*
Shaun
Astarte seemed to respond to the comment with a brief glare, chugging down the new mug of beer she was given as the man spoke. "Ambushed, from both sides. Barely made it out alive." She said after placing the mug down with a thud, her angry yet exhausted gaze turning to the man next to her as she responded to the question. "Anyone would be mad if that happened. We lost two and had to retreat, only got paid a third of what was promised because of that, that greedy liaison didn't even get enough info to predict this." She said with anger as she gripped her mug more tightly. Really she was just venting.

Upon closer inspection most of her wounds seemed to be to the abdomen area, luckily covered by her thick leather brigandine. Part of the Orichalum was exposed from the hits which suggested quite the engagement, the head of her halberd was stained with blood as well. In spite of that it seemed she did not care about the wounds that much, probably seeing them as an inconvenience rather than a reminder to be careful. "What does it matter to you, came to make fun of me or something?"
Nancy
"It matters little."*He said in response.*"But I can still make fun of you for it if that's what you were hoping out of me."*Terrel suppressed a chuckle, getting up from his seat to close the gap of the room between them. His long, pink hair bounced across his shoulders, cloak barely brushing against the ground. It seemed he was telling the truth about caring little about whatever she was going through, finding an empty seat nearby and facing her fully in his own invitation to where she was.*"But it is awfully entertain when you end up letting the whole world know that something's up."*He said. While coming over here could have made him seem a bit invasive of space, it allowed him a better look of the Naga in knowing of what he was dealing with here.*

"Name's Terrel."*He said in a casual tone, resting his arm on the bar top while he made himself more comfortable.*"Which I'm sure you won't care enough to remember, so I'll save you your own introduction if you're in too bad of a mood to give it. Rough day I'm sure, seems like the typical life of a Sellsword to me, though I'm guessing you're here to drink away this whole memory, hm?"*He pressed. His words came from mouth with ease, filling in the empty space from lack of conversation. Terrel didn't doubt her most likely being annoyed at his presence. Many would in this state, but it didn't stop him from asking nonetheless.*
Shaun
Astarte let out a small huff as she turned her attention towards her own mug. Her long hair was a nice chestnut color with gray eyes and pale skin, some scales adorned the outer part of her cheeks, subtle yet a clear indicator of her race if one was not yet convinced by her snake-like irises and the other scales that completely covered her feet like natural shoes. The pattern of the scales consisted of a deep crimson color with a few large black amorphous rings tiled vertically, it also made a small rainbow when light hit it at an angle as they were iridescent.

"Astarte." She replied to the man, offering her first name as she continued to stare forwards and sipped way at her beverage. "Not really planning on forgetting this whole ordeal, that just doesn't work on me. It's just cheaper to pay for booze than painkillers." Her tone was rather calm in spite of her injuries, if not annoyed at being reminded of her failures. "Better a mercenary than homeless though." Astarte shrugged, the risk did yield her a lot of rewards so far. "What's your reason for being here?" She then finished, turning her gaze to Terrel without moving her head, awaiting his answer.