Connie
*Kaimarir raised an eyebrow at this lady before he looked to the floor of the wagon.

The fact this woman seemed to nonchalant about Kaimarir, his appearance and his occupation, seemed to baffle him. He wasn't prepared for such a welcoming human being, and in his mind he wanted to give her every reason to hate him. He was used to pushing people away, so for her to just sit and take this with the power of a champion, he was confused. Mortally confused.

His eyes moved up to look at her again.

**"I suppose same could be said for your eyes."**

A being with red eyes isn't typical. Alas, he thought he could use her own words against her in some strange way to make her dislike him.

Again, he's used to dislike. He isn't used to the nature she gave off.

His tail flicked slightly irritably before he leaned his head back and ate some of the cheese he had yoinked earlier.
Why would anyone on the planet want to help __him__ of all people?*
Denise
"Ah- yes that is true. You see, I suffer from albinism. It means that I lack any and all melanin in my body. It is what made my hair like... This."

She picked at some of her white hair absentmindedly. 

"It also made me really pale and sensitive to the sun, and my vision is rather poor. Since we are close by I can see you alright, but if you were far away you would look like a red blob."

Miriel would then shrug and look down at herself. He was correct about her looking unusual, especially for a human. She use to be insecure about it even though her parents constantly called her special.

"I was constantly told that I looked beautiful and unique because of my appearance. I feel the same way about you."

*Too bad the same people who told me that sold me to a stupid abusive sack of shit-*

Aaaaa- she looked a tad annoyed now thinking back on her family, but she quickly focused her attention back to him.

"Either way I dont care what you look like or what you are. Sure there are shitty people out there, but I believe almost everyone is at least mildly decent in some way. You may be a thief, but I doubt you eat babies."
Connie
*At first he found himself rather flattered. She felt relatively positive about his appearance? This horned bugger was actually feeling touched for once in his life. He felt that, perhaps, the labels that people made of him were made by people that had no other way of reacting to his different looks. He thought everyone looked at him the same way his adoptive village looked at him.

Disgusting, demonic and weird.

Alas, it was a breath of fresh air to find someone not like that.

Someone... Different in her own strange way. Sure, the albinism was, indeed, appealing to his eyes, even with its unfortunate circumstances being sensitive to sunlight and poor vision. He quite liked her appearance. Not in some creepy way, but in the way that one would look at a canvas filled with art.

He then heard the last statement and he actually found that quite funny. He scoffed before he gave a faint chuckle, lowering his head a bit before raising it back up.

**"That's a new one, and very specific. Sounds like you've met someone who does eat babies."** He laughed softly, even though the possibility was entirely there, he didn't believe she had met that type of person.*
Denise
"If I have they certainly haven't told me. Baby eating is where I draw the line man. Murderers? Sure. Thieves? Why not. Baby eaters? Gross. Go away."

She giggled in an amused manner, feeling rather pleased that she managed to make him laugh. It was nice to see him happy.

"I'm glad I was able to help you laugh. You looked so upset before- the laugh suits you."

A small blush came across her cheeks as she realized how flirtatious it sounded, and she would cover her face in embarrassment.

"Aaaaaaaa- sorry!"
Connie
*... Oh.

O h.

His face was red, duh that was his skin color, however one does not remember seeing a faint shade of pink along his cheeks. Was he blushing himself?

Absolutely, 100%. He only really realized how pink his cheeks were when he felt the heat that went with it. He raised his hand up and placed it against his cheek, feeling the heat before he lowered his hand beside him. He wasn't expecting such a comment, at all. Though he can't just sit in silence and accept such a comment, can he? 

He's not socially prepared for such, but...

**"Uh, hey, it's... It's fine."** He said this with a faint smile, not at all showing the mild nervousness he had behind the smile.*
Denise
"Okay-"

She hesitantly peaked through her fingers, looking at him nervously before pulling her hands away. She would finally meet her gaze and huff before awkwardly standing up.

"Well- I should get back to running the carriage. You wanted to get into the city correct? Or are you kinda just drifting along like I am."
Connie
*He gave a faint shrug of the shoulders, leaning back and pulling his lute and horn out, setting those to his side for now before he took the lute and brought it to his lap.

**"Finding some place I can feel cozy in. Somewhere where the people aren't going to kick me to the curb. Or have good eyes to see me take things."** He looked to the lute, tuning it before looking back to her. **"In other words, yeah, just roaming around. Just kick me out when you're bored of me."**

He didn't. Why should he? The girl seems relatively welcoming to him, why should he waste time and effort in deceiving her?

**"Oh uh... Name's Kaimarir Valmenos, by the way. 'Kai' for short if you're struggling."**

He was even comfortable enough to not hide his entire name around her. Usually he'd just ask people to call himself 'Kai'. But it seemed more appropriate to mention his full name.*
Denise
"Its a pleasure to meet you Kai, my name is Miriel Edelfelt... I don't remember if I said that before."

Did she??? She couldn't remember. Miriel's memory kinda sucked. Anyways- she went back to focusing on what she wanted to ask originally.

"Well I guess I won't be kicking you out. You can join me as I travel around and offer my medicinal services. Now- I'm going to lead the carriage, do you wanna sit back here or join me up front?"
Connie
*He hummed a bit in thought at the last question, looking to the strings of his lute before back at her.

**"I'll stay here. I'd rather be playing my music without the eyes of an audience. Not that I don't enjoy your company."**

In other words, tough guy Kaimarir struggles with stage fright. Cute.
He sat a bit more comfier up against the wall of the wagon, bending his one leg so he could lean on it while his other leg stayed down straight against the floor. He strummed on one of the strings to ensure the tune was correct.

Driing.

Yeah, it sounded fine. Onto the next string tuning.*
Heather
_Almann quite enjoys the scenery around this area. Better than the constant rolling hills back at home in the Khanate. Inns, farms, storage houses, and barracks intruige him to no end. The rouncey Almann purchased a few days ago trots along the wider cobblestone walkways in one of the more trafficked avenues heading out of the city when it's startled by the lumbering Breyer carrying heavy goods to a storage building. The horse rears and hits some of the goods the Breyer is carrying, but goes back to resting position once more after Almann calms her down._

***"Sorry there, gets a bit startled when seeing creatures your size. Your name?"*** _Almann's accent is strange, it's not quite the accent of a normal human, but not quite another accent one might be familiar with..._

_Almann unmounts the horse and attempts to help the Breyer pick up the goods fallen... To no avail. He attempts again, his face turning a deep red as he struggles to pick up the cargo. In the end, they're just too heavy, and he has to give up the endeavor._
Denise
"Alright, have fun."

She eventually climbed up to the front and grabbed onto the reigns. She would flick her wrist and gently whip them, and her horses would surge forwards as they headed towards the
Sally
*The large brayer was indeed just minding his business delivering his deliveries via well made cart to a specific storage Building near the road. He finally stopped when he reached his destination lowering his Iron bound cart making it immovable, the brayer would start to unload the heavy goods from the cart. After a couple of crates were unloaded the Brayer would get a shock when he noticed some of the goods got knocked off due to a certain horse panicking but would calm down shortly after. The large white brayer would take a couple of steps towards the man who seemed to be quite kind for trying to help him out, He would give the man a hand by lifting the crate of goods with some to little effort, after that the brayer would face the man to reply to his question.* 

"Oh, it's fine no biggy. I've experienced that before but with goats, they tend to get aggressive and competitive. Oh, and my name's Cretan. Thank you for being generous, people don't tend to do that every day." *Cretan said at first with a little shyness noticeable as he scratched his head as he spoke with a deep baritone voice with a fluent southern accent before raising and extending his hand for a handshake. The white brayer didn't mind the stranger's accent at all, he's actually quite intrigued.*
Heather
_Almann's hands were larger among the elven peoples he lived with his entire life, but he'd never seen the paws of any sort of intelligent creature like this. The only thing he can think of were werebeasts that would harass the livestock of the horde he traveled with. Nonetheless, he attempts to shake Cretan's hand._

***"Almann. Almann Jek. Say, what's business like in the city? Looking for a place to set up shop."***

_Cretan would notice that the horse has some tools and materials and other things loaded onto it._
Sally
*Cretan would end the handshake shortly after receiving Almann's hand, he would then lower his arm and would continue on with the encounter. He noticed that the horse had loads of tools, equipment and materials loaded on it. This man must be some sort of blacksmith, which would make sense since his hands are quite large compared to your average Macen or Elf. When the white Bull heard his name he would get curios where this man comes from since his name seemed quite foreign and he came here for work, this might be a good chance for Cretan to get more clients to work with.* 
"Almann Jek, it's my First time hearing a name of such, you seem quite foreign to this place and you're looking for somewhere to set up shop? First of all the businesses here are quite busy everyday due to local people being active most of the time and even foreign people as well, but I've never heard a name like yours. Anyways, I suggest that you set up shop somewhere in the city near the streets where people are always active, and I would love to work with you as well if needed of course, due to me mostly delivering heavy duty things which you might need to deliver or to be delivered to." *The Brayer said with a lively Expression encountering someone near the roads and paths who soon might be a costumer, but that depends on Almann, since he makes his own decisions.*
Heather
_Almann notices the excitement from Cretan. The Brayer must be itching to get more business..._

***"Aye, thanks. I'm from the Silnarian Khanate, by the way, raised by the elvish hordes of Northern Silnaria. My mentor is skilled in small crafts, trinkets, and accessories. It was odd being an Earth Macen among all the Silnarian Elves. Say, you work as a lone business goer or do you work for a guild? Perhaps you know a place I could get a good deal on a stall or lease a shop?"***
Sally
*Cretan was excited because he was happy to meet someone that might be a future friend who he can work with, not more businesses.*

"Oh.. I've heard of that place before, but I don't know where and what it is sadly, but I am intrigued to hear that you were a Macen among Elves who was raised a by mentor skilled in such things which you probably adapted as well. I actually work as a line business goer but I do know some people who own some places that are for lease.
Heather
"I'd be willing to pay or offer some services for such information. Need to start somewhere right?"

_He re-saddles his horse_
Sally
"Go straight and follow the road until you see a sign that indicates where the City of Slavainia is and take the path towards it, after that you'll just need to find a large sign with bread and bakery; go inside and ask if the owner is there, if he is ask him if you could take the empty shop a few feet away from his and Say that I'm the one who sent you, he'll give you a free week to setup your shop and Say that I'm a friend Cretan's, and no, there's no need for payment, just take it as a token of appreciation for stopping by." 

*Cretan would then continue to unload his deliveries gently from his cart, he seemed quite happy that he helped out a fellow being.*
Heather
***Thanks much. I wont forget it.***

_He rides towards the nearest gate entrance to the city._