James
Now he was beginning to have a bit of fun. He paused. He doubled back, once, then made a seemingly random turn that potentially made Terrel quite certain he *Knew* He was being followed... Until he met up with an elderly looking Macen and chatted for damn near fifteen minutes before buying a relatively small bit of drink and continuing onward. 

Sometimes it was populated. Sometimes skirting around the outside of a very popular shop. *One* Area was almost devoid of folk. Really Amos just wanted to see how far Terrel, in his obvious pig mask and with his disgruntled horse, would keep up his attempts. 

He sips the drink he's bought and smirks into the bottle. You didn't really *Need* To talk to screw with people.
Paul
*Terrel gave a small grin. A game was it? So be it. The Elf would move into the crowd, his horse being pulled along with him into the sea of people. The Elf didn't take his eye off the man as he moved with the rest of the people around, the only space provided being the one around those who didn't want to be trampled by the large horse following him. When Amos had stopped to talk with the Macen, Terrel began to move in an arc around the two which allowed him time to at the very least catch up with him so that he moved more at his side. It seemed to be a movement of tactics, each time Amos diverted from his normal course, Terrel was forced to move and adjust to the new route he was taking. Stalking, like a predator would prey. Then again, Terrel held the face of a pig atop his own so that analogy brought more irony to it.*

*He made another turn as Amos headed away from the Macen, attempting to move with the crowd before it thinned out once more to a place that seemed to lack as many people. As he drew closer to earshot, he slowed his pace before eventually coming to a stop. He lifted his head up as he watch Amos continue on, the hinted sign of a smug expression becoming visible.*

"You really make it be known not to follow." *He said in his low voice.*
James
He was having an amount of fun making his way 'round and 'round the Market like some aimlessly prattling old folk or a child with a short attention span. Games had to come to an end though and when Terrel finally spoke up, albeit softly, to make his presence known Amos took a moment to think whilst finishing his drink. Mostly because with some folks still about, he saw no point in ending his *Game* So quickly.

Especially when the man was still trying to remain quiet, as if perhaps he didn't want too much attention on himself. 

Putting the cork back in the bottle he drops it into his bag and shoulders it before walking to Terrel with a wide grin and *Hugging* Him like they were somehow old friends, saying loudly enough to draw attention, "There you are! I'd been looking for you!" He smirks, ever aware of the shopkeep's about as he says much quieter, "Well you brought it on yourself." Letting go after a natural amount of time. "Well come now, let's sit and talk. How have you been?"

Today Amos, apparently, woke up to be an asshole.
Paul
*Terrel rose an eyebrow from beneath his mask at Amos feigned recognition of him as if they had been buddies all along. Whether or not Amos had thought so, Terrel wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to let this little gimmick pass up with getting a chance to mess around as well. As Amos let go from the hug and asked him the question, he gave a smug look and says:*

"Pretty good man, just decided to look around the capitol a bit. How about yourself?" *The horse gave an exasperated snort at the both of them, but followed along with it either way as the two had begun to head off in conversation. Out of all of them, the horse can now be officially considered the only normal one here.*
James
And the game was still going, if only because the two refused to give to the other. Amos smirked. Alright then, let's see how far this game goes. He sits down, removing the bottle again and setting it down for easy reach as he sighs. "Doing well enough. Avoiding my Mother completely. The harpy seems hell bent on making sure her children provide her with an adequate lifestyle, but refuses to do anything to see through to it herself." He mixed lies and truth easily enough, as really he wasn't lying *At all* Depending on how you looked at things. 

"Luckily she stays in her 'Ivory Tower' as it were so I don't need to worry about seeing her anytime soon. Or my siblings really. How is your family doing though? It's been some time since I've seen any of them," He says easily enough, running with his sham and lies like it's truth.

That poor long suffering horse though...
Paul
'A harpy, huh?' Terrel wondered to himself after hearing Amos' story about his supposed mother. 'I can go along with that...' *He figured before taking a seat near Amos. His horse seemed to hesitate before eventually giving in and laying down on the ground at least grateful to finally have some rest from walking. Time for the ruse to continue.*

"Must have been tough, I can only imagine what that would be like if I was stuck having to deal with that constantly... Not that my father is much better." *He said simply, playing off a story in his head as he spoke the words.* "Haven't seen my family for some time with all this traveling, last I spoke was with my sister some weeks ago. Told me about how the old man got into a scuffle at a tavern with some Canifor. Not sure what it was about, knowing him it was probably over some slab of meat. Something not worth it, but the old hoot most likely wouldn't let it go." 

*Terrel leans his head back as if he were showing a mixture between exhaustion and exasperation.* "Thank god I finally left that household."

*Terrel wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of his exaggerated story, but instead he suppressed it and decided to ask:*

"So what have you been up to lately? Besides avoiding your family that is."
James
Picking up the bottle he takes a drink as he listens. It's easy, and even funny, to hear how the other was mixing his story together. He suppresses a smirk and instead nods with sympathy. "Well, he always did have a tendency to be a bit pigheaded about it- Ah, sorry," Chuckling given the pig covering Terrel has. "Well good you got out of there though. I can't imagine dealing with that for too long. Did the same when my brother started picking up Mother's habits. Best decision I ever made."

He taps a nail against the bottle, sounding more like a coin clinking on glass.

"Can't say I've done much better than your father though. I had, ironically, a Canifor come by and decide to pick a fight with me for some reason, gods know why. Mostly he came over to blow smoke and act like a bigshot," Tone dismissive as he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Otherwise fine. Still working but I don't think city life is much for me. Busy. Loud. Irritating. But what about you? I've missed you."
Paul
*The pig ears connected to his mask seemed to fall to the side at Amos' pun. As he made a brief apology, Terrel quickly waved it off and said:*

"Don't worry about it, I wouldn't be wearing it if I wasn't expecting a joke to be cracked every now and then." *That much was true as even he could find amusement in a man with a pig for a face doing anything. At the very least if he were to fight someone they could they were being attacked by a pig. That nearly made him snort in amusement beneath the mask.

He spent the next moments, listening to Amos' story about getting into a fight with a Canifor as well to which Terrel gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes.*

"It's always Canifors getting caught up in stuff ain't it?" *Terrel didn't have much against them nor was he fond of the species, but the comment alone added enough truth with their two stories. As he listened to him talk about him taking a disliking to the city, he ran a hand through his pink hair, scratching at it slightly. Terrel hasn't really lived in the city much before just now arriving, though he would have to take Amos' word for it if he were going to play it off that way.*

"Yeah, it's not for everyone. Some get used to it and can't imagine life outside the city walls." *He said in response. With Amos' question, he decided to put some truth into his next story:*

"Been traveling around for the most part, carrying out tasks, and seeing if I'm any better at stabbing things." *He said with a chuckle as he dismissed Amos' comment.* "Being a Mercenary has its perks I suppose."
James
He couldn't help but smirk seeing the ears seeming to fall, sitting back. He was judging just how far he ought to take the joke before the other man gave up or left; He had a few ideas and some were more amusing than others. "Well at least you're prepared for it," He says lightly, lifting a hand a moment before pausing.

"Well, so far it seems just one for me, but some are certainly ah, like dogs with bones," He said though he had met more good than bad Canifors. Before his mind could shift to such memories, he pauses to think, glancing at the pink hair. If it was natural, that made it easier to pin down his race. But this *Is* Ulnoor.

"Well I suppose the convienience does get to them. I can't sleep with all the noise," He said with a scoffing sound. That was half true. Really it was just the walls that did that. 

"Ha! Mercenary work? I started doing fighting for a bit of coin, but nothing like that yet," He says, laughing. "Can't say I'm any better at stabbing though. It's been a while since I had to pick up a weapon to use."

He reaches over, quite casual, and puts his hand over Terrel's. Now he was just screwing with him. "It's funny. I remember when you used to be taller than me."
Paul
*Terrel stared back at Amos as he mentioned fighting for money.~~Imagine needing to be paid to do that~~. His hidden eyebrows rose in interest at the thought. So this guy was a fighter? Or so he claimed to be. Looking at him outwardly, Terrel wouldn't have doubt it.*

"You should give it a try again," *He said in response to Amos not having used a weapon for a while.* "Never know when one might come in handy... Besides they're a lot more versatile nowadays."

*As Amos reached over to place his hand over Terrel's, Terrel found himself balling his own hand into a fist in reaction. He watched him with a gaze as neutral as the pig mask made him give off though as Amos mentioned him once being taller than him, he quickly drew his hand away dramatically as if mocked by the comment.*

"Looked all over for me just to remind me of that, huh?" *He said with a tone of annoyance. Terrel's voice was naturally monotone so whether it was a sarcastic statement or true annoyance it would have been hard to tell through this whole scene they were playing out. Terrel didn't really care much for his height, he was far from being short though there would always be those that seemed to have the high ground over him, height-wise so to speak.*
James
He weighed and measured Terrel's responses as he continued with his song and dance. "I might but really, looking into more defensive actions. I can only do so much with a weapon if my sides are split open on themselves," He says, shrugging. "Though I may just need to begin carrying healing potions on me."

The fist balling beneath his hand was an interesting response given he'd *Hugged* The elf and he hadn't shown such a negative, non-response. He smirked with a briefly visible look of smugness, though he did at least respect the distance when he dramatically withdraws. "Of course I did," He said with a chuckle, folding his arms.

"You're reactions are cute, so why not tease you a bit?" He asked, tone good natured compared to the annoyance Terrel's held. At least he didn't touch Terrel again now that he'd gotten a response he felt might be more genuine, though maybe because he felt he was *Winning* This odd game now.
Paul
"Gotten beat up one too many times?" *Terrel asked in a joking tone at Amos stating he was thinking about staying on the defensive. It was always said that a good offense was a good defense. That was most likely what those without a good offense said. After all, you could only take so many hits without getting one in yourself.

At Amos' comment of Terrel's reaction, Terrel had rolled his eyes from beneath his mask.*

"If I wanted to do all this traveling just to be teased I could have made my way back home to my sisters by now." *He says sarcastically before letting out a tired sigh at the whole gimmick. Terrel moved one hand to stroke at the mane of his horse, more so out of habit than anything. Seeing the smug look on Amos' face, Terrel could tell he was taking a lot of enjoyment at the back and forth lies they gave one another.*

"You remind me so much of them sometimes that I question if you guys meet up just for moments like this." *He ventured.*
James
"Well, once had this whole double knock out with some woman but she was wearing full plate aside from her chest for some... Reason or another, so not sure if that counts. Also put up an enormous fuss about using weapons when she was. Wasn't fair or something like that," He says before pausing. "Then got a few bones broken by another fellow, but he was a good sport about it all so not holding it against him. Honestly would go for a drink with him, seemed nice."

And none of that was a lie, but he suspected Terrel wasn't the sort to go to underground pit fights. 

"Oh come now, I'm just making you feel more at home," He says with a smirk. "If I didn't, then you would just get it worse when you returned home. Have to build up your immunity to it somehow. As for meeting them behind your back, well, I can neither confirm, nor deny."
Paul
"Nothing speaks friendly like breaking someone's bones." *Terrel commented at Amos' mention of some good fellow beating him up. The Elf leaned back a bit, seemingly more lax at the casualness of their discussion. He hardly knew the man and yet here they were joking about as if they were old friends. Terrel didn't know much of this town or the people that inhabited it, but if this is what he should expect, he figured it wouldn't be so bad.

He snapped back to attention as Amos stated that he was only try to building his immunity to his own family, to which he rebutted with:*

"I'd rather suffer the extremities of my family's pestering than have to deal with you acting like them as well. I might as well be acting like your mother to help you 'build an immunity' to her."