Zachary
*The striking of steel, the hauling of crates, the rabble of labour... All familiar sounds to the once-dedicated soldier as she entered the small port town, canine ears flicking attentively at every sound. 
Though this was not the sounds of military, the activity calmed her nonetheless. Ikehara had been journeying from her home for a couple weeks now, her only quarrels being with petty bandits that attempted to take what little she had opted to carry. The scarcity of bolts in her quiver explained how those encounters ended, but she was in need of a resupply - and a decent bed for once. 
Her horse, while not raised for war like she was used to riding, was a hardy enough beast, but even it began to tire. The sharp scent of raw fish and other seafood met her nose and ignited her hunger further, her eyes immediately scanning around for a tavern of some sort. These little towns usually had at least one.*
**"Alas, there is nothing spare for tack shops down this route... Mayhaps I will find them closer to port."**
*She'd mumble to herself, letting her Runran slip in her mild exhaustion. A few odd looks, but no real reaction to her bizarre speech was summoned yet.*
Phyllis
Am I supposed to create a Tupper , I think I did, Lemme check and I'll reply shortly after
Cynthia
*A lone stranger, stranded, in the north. It's been days since he made it here. He was thankful for that. Two weeks trudging in between forests and deserts was far from the lost entertaining of activities.
The battles were long, hard and utterly boring- life threatening too. At least he survived it. Thoughts about his adventure constantly surface and he was not amused. His mind was hellbent on humiliating him. Couldn't it just let him think in peace. There was so much more he could think about, or do.
The stench of fish and rotting fruits and vegetables clawed the depths of his nose. The musky salty scent woven into it made it far worse than it should have been. The grunts and laboured breathing of the common breaking themselves for some coin grated against his ears. *A chitter here and a chatter there.* Voices strung together in a cacophony of knots, whirled around him.

A saving grace, found in hisost helpless moment, came in the form of *Words" He never thought he'd hear here. Whispers. In Runran.
**"Alas, there is nothing spare for tack shops down this route... Mayhaps I will find them closer to port."**
Energy returned to him as if some god gave him blessings. He'd spent so many nights here alone, now he'd heard something familiar. He snapped his head to the voice and saw a femine figure, riding a horse. He whipped the reins of his horse, jolting it into a faster trot.
"Hello! There," Runran rushed out his mouth. 
In his excitement he'd forgotten to think about his following words.*
Zachary
*The familiar sharpness of her mother tongue cut through the heavy sea of local dialect even without her enhanced senses, Ikehara's ears twitching in renewed alertness. She turned on her heel, her crossbow leaving its hook on her hip and held at ease - not everyone in her company had been amicable at the news of her journeying.*
**"Who art thou, who speaks the Run-folk tongue?"**
*She'd ask to no one in particular, still unable to locate who had called out to her. Despite the crowd was mostly sailors, their origins and backgrounds varied far too much to pinpoint any Oriates who may be the source... She flicked her ponytail and focused, waiting for the stranger to reveal themselves - not having noticed the horsebound fellow quite yet.*