Linda
*The centaur's hooves clapped methodically across the uneven cobble path as he approached the port town, having crossed the border to East Mentia hours ago. He noticed he far outpaced the merchants he passed during his travels, only the fleet-footed mounts of adventurers and knights keeping pace with him. Perhaps it was his years of wandering, but the world felt so much smaller than he had expected - though he supposed that it was because there were many places he simply could not explore on his own.

The streets, while far sparser than the Salvainia capital, still bustled with activity - a higher uniformity to the crowd's faces, almost entirely Macen. He felt through his saddlebags, noting he had entirely run out of dried rations - spare his emergency food, which would have to be eaten now. Also...*
"The rope... Yes, that thing fell apart quickly..."
*He mumbled to himself bitterly, recalling the embarrassing affair with Ling, not believing it had only happened a few weeks ago. He kicked up some dirt in the corner of an alley, snorting loudly as he grumbled to himself.*
Adriana
"Do you always talk to yourself?" *Asked a low, monotone voice. Standing opposite of Circine, a horse stood idly with saddle bags strapped to the sides of it. It let out a snort of air, its light brown tail whisking away at invisible flies. If one were to not think twice, the voice could have been thought of coming from the horse itself.

Though of course, that was not the case. From behind the horse, an elf had walked out with a bag slang across his shoulders, bulky with the contents it carried. A red cloak covered most of his back that seemed to rise up to meet the small, pink strands of hair. Atop his face was mask. At an easy glance, the mask took on the appearance of the face of a pig which seemed to serve as cover to most of his facial features, the only thing able to be seen being his mouth as a light smirk formed on it from where he stood listening Circine's spouts of annoyance.*
Linda
*The centaur tightened his lips at the elf, turning to face him with a light canter towards him, clicking his longsword firmly into its sheath as he approached. He stopped a yard away, readjusting his faded yukata as the ocean winds whipped through.*
"Yes, actually. An old habit, from my tribe's past. The shamans say to speak your mind every now and then, as to make the spirits that follow you friendly..."
*He gave the elf a once over, eyes settling on the mask - Circine throwing up an eyebrow as he examined it, his hard eyes studying the pig face closely.*
"A peculiar ornament for an elf. I was under the impression your kind had deep pride in their visages."
Adriana
"Unconventional isn't it?" *Terrel responded as he took the sack he was carrying and began strapping it to the horse by his side. His voice remained low, though there was an obvious note of humor in it as he spoke.

Turning back to the centaur, he says:*

"How many of my kind have you met to come to that conclusion? I haven't seen any other pig men about."

*It was clear he was separating himself from others of his type, not from lack of pride but rather from the lack of wanting to go along with the expected. He didn't seem bothered by Circine's statement, after all with how far Terrel had traveled with just him and his horse, this was the most he's spoken with someone for a long while since leaving home and that wasn't saying much.*
Linda
"The creature which obscures your face matters not. The elves I have met make a point to keep their faces unobscured. To see one that actively hides themselves... It is unorthodox, is all I mean."
*He explained, pursing his lips at Terrel's reaction. He trotted over to the horse's front, holding out his hand and beckoned it's head to him.*
"A strong steed, this one. Have you had them long?"
Adriana
"Good, I prefer the unorthodox... It's a nice change from what others are told to expect or do for that matter..."

*Terrel turned his gaze towards his horse as Circine mentioned him, responding:*

"Had him for as long as I can remember. Not the best horse from the stables back at home, but I'd like to call him the family's favorite."

*The horse let out a snort at Terrel's explanation to which Terrel had lightly pat him along his snout.*

"What about you? Got a steed of your own?" *The Elf humorously rebutted to the Centaur.* "You already mentioned traveling with friendly ghosts, any other invisible companion you have with you?"
Linda
*Again the centaur grimaced, chuckling at his jests - finding them only mildly annoying.*
"If it were so simple... You do not see the spirits. They simply influence you. A favourable wind, the sound of running water, a glimmer in the right direction..."
*He continued, trotting closer to the elf.*
"But I believe I have been rude, and neglected to to introduce myself. I am Circine."
Adriana
"Do you spirits ever guide you to something more worthwhile...?" *He questioned with a raise of an invisible eyebrow before falling silent once more. The smile vanished from his face as he turned to look at Circine upon hearing his introduction.*

"Terrel..." *He responded.* "The name's Terrel."

*Terrel turned away from Circine and walked along the side of his horse until he had reached the stirrup that hung low from the horse's saddle. Placing a foot into it, he hoisted himself up onto the horse's back and positioned himself to sit more comfortably in the saddle. From where he sat, he could easily look at Circine at a more leveled height than that when he's on foot.*
Linda
"They have their own whims... I know not their intentions, but it almost always leads to a better outcome than if I had ignored them."
*He continued, now keeping up with the canter of Terrel's horse, meeting his gaze with a bright smile.*
"A pleasure, Terrel."

"Hm. This looks promising..."
*He mumbled, a flutter of paper on a nearby signpost caught his attention, the centaur trotting over to take ahold of it. He walked back, reading it aloud for Terrel - assuming he'd be interested as well.*
"**'To whoever sees this, please - my farm has been overrun by biting critters. They've ruined my crops, and I'll lose out on this year's harvest at this rate. Please, help me.'** Below it is the place and rate he's offering."
*He glanced up at the elf, offering the paper for him to read.*
Adriana
*Terrel silently took the the paper from Circine, his mouth forming a thin line as he read through it without giving off any emotion towards what it said.

Looking back towards Circine, he says his normal monotone voice:*

"Must be sign from your 'spirits'" *He said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone as he turned his head in the direction that the paper directed in. With a light kick to the horse's side, he began to trot onwards. And, without looking back at Circine, Terrel says:*

"Best not ignore them."