Theo
Despite having been to the capital multiple times, Ehkan was always amazed by its beauty. It was no Khisfire, but its architecture was something to behold when looked upon. The people within, faces and races from all across the world, walked the streets with smiles and fits of laughter, and bards often sat at windows above so that their music could touch the ears of those wandering by. A few even waved at Ehkan, and some winked once they noticed the woman walking beside him. 

 Ehkan had offered Vayra his cloak, but had yet to bother about whether she wore it or not, he was more focused on getting them to the tailor who owed him a favor. She seemed enthralled by the sights, it was a feeling he understood well, so he just made sure to stop whenever she stopped and to ensure she was keeping up with him. 

 As they turned into the Capital Market they were greeted by the chaos. Shops here were familiar with being overrun with customers, Ehkan only came this way if he was helping the old Genasi lady who lived in the apartment next to his. She always made him jam no matter how many times he told her it wasn't necessary. Maybe Vayra might want some. 

 "His shop is this way," Ehkan told her. "Just bear the crowd, he's not far off."
Paula
Following suit would be Ehkan's newly acquainted companion, and ever did she fall for the sights and crowds that the Capital of Alynthi, Varilon would offer them. The winks and waves offered to the pair would be countered with the friendliest of smiles from the Khisfiran Tiefling, fang-filled and distracted by the experience of an awe-struck tourist; certainly not the look of a seasoned adventurer.

Ehkan's offered cloak seemed to be accepted afterall, brushing at the Alynthian winds and hiding what others may have considered an attire too revealing for the cooler environment of Khisfire's North-Western border. Regardless, Vayra's expressive nature, points and beckons as she toured the sights would betray the nature of that cloak. Every far reach would she reveal more of her Khisfiran attire, and rarely was she ashamed of showing it.

Naturally Ehkan would be victim to her adventurous nature. Notably stopping at a sizeable statue of an Alynthi hero, a smug and playful pose beckoning to Ehkan as she did; mirroring the Warrior. Other places such as Alchemist stops and general vendors caught her eye, but perhaps swiftly was she reeled in to the idea of meeting that Tailor first. Of course, the general vibe that Ehkan promoted seemed to invite far more time than she expected to wander about with him. A smile in kind at the idea of it all, truly Vayra intended to allow the waves take her as freely as she could! 

Eventually in the bustle of the market, Vayra felt herself almost overwhelmed by the crowds if not for Ehkan's guidance. His words would be acknowledged by a swift nod, faint smile apparent as they guided through the number of people going about their lives just like the two.

"I'll keep close, mhm." - Vayra offered in an excited tone, eager to meet with this Tailor as she huddled close to Ehkan on their path to this supposed favour. With it, ample time to poke at her Wood Elf guide. "So.. Why does he owe you a favour, exactly..? This Tailor friend of yours."
Theo
Ehkan shuffled through the crowd with a bit of ease, his height and broad shoulders allowed him to push against people who would have otherwise been a hassle, and although he did not hold Vayra's hand, Ehkan made sure that she was walking directly behind him so she wouldn't be lost. So far he was really enjoying his time with her. To think that a trip into the forest would turn into this little adventure. He wondered how long she would be in the city for. 

 "This way," He said over his shoulder, and this time he did hold her hand. He pulled her gently behind him, and flashed her a smile, before finally getting into the tailor's stores. Though people were checking out the displayed dresses that floated around in the store, it was a good break from the madness beyond the door of the tailor's space. Ehkan sighed in relief and turned to Vayra, she seemed fine, other than the understandable stress which came from pushing through a crowd of people. 

 Then he realized that he was still holding her hand and quickly let go, then he turned away before she could notice the slight blush that formed on his cheeks. "Right... So here we are," He said as he gestured to the magically endowed store. It was truly a sight to behold as clothes flew through the air and puppets, dressed in the tailor's latest work strutted about to meet different customers and strike a random pose. 

 "I am going to find Limnet," He told her. "He's in here, somewhere. Just go through, I'll be right back." Then he walked off to find his old friend, who would probably tease him for using his favor on a woman he just met.
Paula
It was in the crowd that they shared a sudden moment, hands intertwined to help keep her close from the bustle of daily Alynthian life. Something that felt so right and made all that sense, soon to act the Catalyst for flusters and thoughts. But finally out of the storm, Vayra led along with a notable shift in attention to the building around her. Trying best to bush past any other customers assessing the wear, would she smile at the assortment of clothes and Alynthian dresses that were proudly displayed under the poses of magical mannequins.

Only then, a few steps through the store would she return her glance back to Ehkan, gaze knowingly lowering to the hands still intertwined then let go upon the realisation. Vay felt the fluster of the action, a knowing smile directed to Ehkan before they both found their composure. The topic of the shop, how perfect it was!

"It's.. So nice, Ehkan! Ooh, look at this one..!" - Vayra distracted her mind by a step away to an approaching mannequin, a flowery dress with a wild skirt that seemed to attract those who particularly enjoy twirling. Leaning in to poke at the details before jumping at the surprise of a sudden twirling pose, the Tiefling giggled until Ehkan's proposal. "Okay, okay! I'll be.. Around! I'm sure you won't miss me!" - Vayra seemed to smirk his way, a hand lightly tapping at her pointed horns before snickering and easing off further into the store to inspect and enjoy the sights. 

The further she got from Ehkan, the more her mind seemed to drag. Loose thoughts that raced excitedly regarding this strange yet all the more intriguing meet! Just what was going on, to have such a clinging effect to the Tiefling illusionist.
Theo
"The Son of the Sun graces my store." 

 The words were thrown at Ehkan just as he opened the door to Limnet's office. At first, he was surprised by how he could be recognized despite the Satyr not facing him, but then he remembered the tailor had a knack for setting up an Arcane Eye at the entrance to check on his customers or keep a literal eye for trouble. 

 "Limnet," Ehkan said in the form of a greeting as he stepped fully into the office, having to weave through the protective charms that hung from the ceiling. An addition made by his wife and children when he had been marked by a competitor and chased through the streets by malicious spirits. That was quite the day. The charms made the place smell like spring. "I see you're holding well, and the children are mastering their charm-forging skills. You must be proud."

 "My youngest child, as you put it, is as old as you, Ehkan," Limnet chuckled. He turned to the elf holding a bottle of ale and two large cups. "But yes, ever since that accursed incident, they come about every other week to ensure the charms are effective. Now, who is the beautiful woman standing in my store?"

"A friend," Ehkan answered immediately and took the cup the satyr was offering. "She was lost and, I am being a gentleman."

 "You? A gentleman?" Limnet laughed while pouring the ale into their cups. "I am the last man you need lie to, Ehkan. I can smell the courting from here, you know?"


 "All you can smell in here is pine." Ehkan gestured to the charms looming over them. "And I am a gentleman, which is why I am here. Do you remember that favor you owe me? She needs new clothes, her current ones are Khisfirian, and we both know these climates aren't made for such. So, I feel your expertise is needed." 

 Limnet cleared the cup and gestured to the door. "Well, I enjoy paying back favors, and it would be nice to meet the lady. You clearly have a type, you know?"

 Ehkan rolled his eyes and followed him downstairs to meet with Vayra. "Greetings," Limnet said in Infernal, his grin widening as he took her in. "I am the owner of this fine store and a friend of Ehkan. I must tell you, you are the only lady he has ever brought to meet me, and what a lady you are, my dear."
Paula
_The Tiefling's focus on attire and animated mannequins soon came to a clean halt upon the steps of the incoming pair. Golden eyes flickering to the more familiar Ehkan then to the mysteryious Tailor with the favour owed. A smile shared, all the same. Ever ignorant to the words shared in that room upstairs._

_Infernal, a familiar tongue that caused Vayra's eyes to widen before flashing a friendlier smirk. Surprise riddled upon the revelation, she couldn't help but tease a glance back to Ehkan while returning reply in Infernal._

"The only one, huh..? Heh, you're too kind! Ehkan wasn't lying when he said this place was nice. Oh! I'm Vayra, Mister..?" _Vayra offered quickly, appropriately taking a step forward to the pair, comfortable in her spot. Regardless, she awaited the introduction of this Tailor._

"Oh, you're too kind. Limnet, my dear. And Ehkan here tells me you might require some clothing. Suiting.. Alynthian manners." _The Satyr replying with a hearty chuckle, but in no way meaning to insult. The Tiefling seemed to nod along, a hand carefully plucking at her cloak with an awkward snicker to follow it._ 

"Oh, I sometimes forget how Solaris tends to offer less of her heat in other places, heh. I would love to have a dress for Alynthi, yes. And Ehkan says you're the expert! I'd so love to see what you can do."_ - _Vayra playing into her friendliness, her offer soon accepted by the acknowledgement and a beckon by the Satyr tailor to follow him to another of the rooms._

_Vayra would briefly stop to look to Ehkan, tilting her head and offering some words in common._ 

"..Wait here, okay? Let me surprise you, mhm?" _Playful, and ever marked with the smile of the Tiefling. With that, she followed along by the beckon of the Satyr. Off to find the suitable dress, and whatever else a Tailor had to do.._
Theo
Ehkan watched Limnet wander off before turning his attention back to Vayra, and he stared at her in silence as the more defensive part of his mind started flaring up. This day, this adventure was turning out beautifully, but many valid questions revolved around this lady. 

 Sure, her story was the same as many who were too trusting of map salesmen, but at the same time, who was to say he hadn't just led a spy of Khisfire leisurely into the capital? 

 The chances were slim though. If she were a spy of Khisfire she would never have followed a man such as Ehkan through the forest. Honestly, he felt a pang of guilt even thinking such a thing of her like that, that was the sort of derogatory words they threw at Ehkan when he first came here... But, he could not, as an adventurer and a guardian, have these questions unanswered. 

 So, when Limnet came back with a dress, which was so beautiful Ehkan almost wanted to add a sort of payment for his services, he decided that the rest of this adventure would be spent with no interruptions anymore. 

 "I feel this might be a tad too forward, but maybe after a small tour through the city, you would like to come over to my... Home. For dinner ofcourse, I know more Khisfirian recipes than the city has to offer. In all honesty, they have yet to understand that spice is meant to be scalding, not mild."
Paula
_The bright smile of the Tiefling reflected well with her choice of dress. Far more suited to the climate of Alynthi, a colourful array of light blue dashed with a flowery pattern. Form fitting at the upper region, the skirt length shorter than typical but offering a loose length to move in. If she were to twirl, such a dress would only enhance such a movement. Ever fitting for the energetic Vayra, and the performer close at heart. Lightly heeled pumps accompanied the outfit, all offered by the good graces of the Tailor._

_Her approval noted, but of course Vayra couldn't help but await Ehkan's reaction. A shyness noted, but not before interrupted by that sudden offer. No, that invitation._

"Oh..?" _A brief silence hit the Illusionist. A moment to think, lost in the haze. Vayra, with her newly Alynthi dress, stood in thought. Awkward to refuse, awkward to accept. But soon, the glint of a keen smile as she stepped forward._ 

"Only if I get to be a harsh critic! Heh, come on! And thank you so much for the dress, Limnet!" _Vayra replied kindly, leaving the answer in a haze of their travels. More striking however, would be the hand she essentially forced upon his as she rather cheekily led the two out into the City sights!_

_Naturally Ehkan would return to leading, and enjoy their time they did. Vayra, absorbed by the many stores and marketplaces. The statues and artists, performers and the like earning some measure of playful dance from Vayra herself. Enjoyment, a keen type as hours passed and the City winded down to near night life. And of course, the offering of Ehkan's home eventually accepted through soft smiles and acknowledging nods._ 

_Led off to his home, allowing Ehkan to take lead. From streets to a door, and there they finally arrived._
Theo
It had been ages since Ehkan had a lady at his home, his dinner dates were in the many restaurants the city had to offer, and he often followed that dinner with an inn. His home was usually only visited by members of the Guild who wished to drop off essential messages without having to go through other messages, but sometimes, letters were dropped off, one laid on the floor with the House of Lions wax seal staring up at him. 

 Ehkan picks it up but does not open it, not with her present. He doesn't do well to hide his grim expression as he shoves it into his pocket while getting his keys, but he places a smile on his face as he opens the door for them. "I am almost certain I have arranged my house, though it has been a while since I came back, with the constant travel I often forget I have this place." He walks in, and fortunately, there is nothing out of place, in fact, it looks cleaner than he left it. "Ah. Maybe someone sent a maid while I was gone." No doubt his old neighbor who he helped from time to time. 

 He gestures to a mat with cushions in the parlor, it is a replica of the common Khisfirian furniture amongst the Alynthi sofas that surrounded it, he actually preferred it because at times he could just lie down and drift off into sleep. He believes Vayra would also find it comfortable. Comfortable enough to let her guard down a bit.

"Please sit, I'll find us something to drink." He leaves her in the parlor and goes into his pantry, there are still things here he can cook, but that comes later, for now, he lifted an aged wine from a shelf and snatches two glasses on his way back. 

 He dropped on the mat with grace, folding his legs beneath, then popped the cork off with his teeth before handing her a glass. "So, I feel the need to ask though, besides the travels, what else do you do? Maybe we can exchange stories, I have many people who find thrm interesting.