Etta
"**Well... I used to live outside of town with my Mother. Until I was struck with... Well Vamperism. I love my mother but... I wanted to venture out on my own. I haven't been back here in... About a month. My recovery wasn't so pleasant...**".

*She would eat the rest of her meal after this being quite quick for how fast she ate It, taking a pretty big drink of her juice she ordered now feeling better. She simply waited for Terrel to finish speaking before she would speak, as he commented on his own career*. 

"**Well I suppose yes. Being a mercenary is... Not easy. The lives you take make people question your morals. But beyond that... I think It is a needed job. The people Mercenary's hunt don't listen to words. But compared To a Bar Maid well... I could see how It would be easy to become popular. When looks are on your side and your quirky... It draws in a lot of attention. I really wish I knew how to deal with It...**".
Curtis
*Terrel would continue eating his own food while he listened to her explain her thoughts on Mercenary work. Unlike her, he took his time with his meal, eating it in smaller portions with what his utensil allowed him to grab each time. After she'd finish explaining her thoughts on the popularity, he'd eventually place his utensil down in finishing the rice only to alternate to the bread right after.*

"As much as it pains me to admit it, you can always learn magic to blend in more. If you don't want to draw attention to yourself all the time, you don't have to be you all the time. Quite literally actually."*Terrel was never a fan of a magic, especially in him never using it, but he couldn't deny that it could solve most problems. Any problems. It was even magic enhancing this food right now. There really was no escaping it was there?*

"But if not."*He'd continue, taking a bite of the bread and waiting until he swallowed to finish.*"You can always take some time away from it. It can be hard to not grab peoples' attention at times especially when going on missions. I've learned that the hard way."*He'd take another bite of the bread, not truly explaining past that.*"But of course there's always just acting less quirky when you're doing Mercenary work."
Etta
*She did listen to his advise but she was unsure what magic he was talking about, she knew about basic magic from stories from her mother but that was It. She assumed It was some new form of magic, her thoughts on the topic being conflicted on if she would use any magic that changed her appearance. But his 2nd bit of advise was good, she just needed to figure out how to be less quirky.*

"**I will take your words into consideration. But... When I am working as a Mercenary I am... A bit to the point. I really hold nothing back. I suppose that is just me venting out my inner frustration. One day I would like a reason to fight beyond my own survival. A bit like those cheesy romance novels... Where people fight for love or another**".
Curtis
"Straight to the point is good."*He'd say, placing the last bit of bread in his mouth and swallowing it. Terrel would push his place away in it now being empty as he'd sit up more straight.*"When it's only regarding work anyways. Mercenary missions are just that, a mission. You get in, you get out. None of the in between after knowing the goal and just working towards it the best way you can. I guess you're still looking for the reasoning behind doing your missions though while I found money to be a good enough motivator by the end of the day."

*He could only assume this woman was some kind of hopeless romantic. The Elf didn't look for having someone else to fight for. He only ever fought when he saw it necessary and, the more people involved, the more complicated it made things. He was never one to allow an ally or friend take the blunt when things turn for the worse, but he didn't see himself working towards gaining allies just for the sake of having someone to fight for. Fighting for himself was enough of a workload at times in even just having to seemingly defend himself from his own allies.*
Etta
"**I am happy to accept the money. I am fine with fighting for my own survival... I just want to feel... Not alone. You hear so often how people have familes... How they are in love. And they look so happy... I feel like I am missing out. It's difficult to look at a couple and smile. Cause... I want what they have**".

*She was flustered now at the mere thought of what she said, something in her seemed off like she was angry all most. Even if she spoke with a velvet voice It was clear to an observant person, the previous talk of her mother being a bit distant may have been a clue. She seemed to calm down however.*

"**I was raised... To believe in free love. But that culture is not supported here... Rather It is looked at with an odd view. Forgive my ranting... I am looking at things that are in the distance. And my Greed... Is making me want them... Greed is the only word I can describe It**".
Curtis
*Terrel would listen to her, not giving any added words to the conversation for a while. He didn't understand it the way she did, but he was sure that it was just some form of loneliness making her feel as if love would make her feel better. Terrel doubted he could deny her of it, though he felt she was looking too hard for something that just comes on its own.*"Hey."*He'd say, tilting his head back a bit almost in thought.*"Sometimes you find things better when you aren't looking so hard for them."

*He didn't think he could really understand this culture she came from that seemed to warrant these ideals she had now, but he figured it better for her to not worry so much about what she was missing out on. It may not even be all she was looking for by the end of the day either. In her apologizing for ranting, he'd give a dip of his head.*

"I'll take a rant for the sake of filling the silence. Not much else to listen to out here besides the sea and birds. Don't be worried so much of greed. If it's not hurting anyone, there's nothing wrong with a little bit of it. That would just be ambition or perhaps there's a better term for it."*He'd eventually stand up from his seat, holding a hand down to help her up from her own.*"Thanks for the meal though. Guess this place may be worth another visit if I ever come back around here after my travels."
Etta
*Overall she did enjoy her time with Terrel and his advise would be on her mind, however she knew he would have to leave at some point. It made her a little sad but she would get over It shortly, she understood people had places to be and she was not the center of the world. Before he would leave she would at least say something.*

"**Well thank you for eating with me. It was nice to meet you perhaps I should go get my home set up. Well... Not my home. Rather a room I being allowed to stay In. But I wish you safe travels Terrel... I hope we meet again**".

*She stood up and would move around the table to offer him a smile, as well she would offer a hug to him. It was second nature to offer such things to people, hopefully Terrel would not find It so odd and would understand she meant well.*
Curtis
*Terrel would grow still in the sudden hug, partially confused by it for the moment. He'd stand there for a short while, eventually deciding to give her a light pat on the head before gradually moving her arms off from around him.*"Same to you."*He'd say back in wishing her safe travel.*"I should get going. Others may be getting ready to leave soon."*And with those few words, he'd turn away from her. His red cloak swept behind him in his departure, disturbed only by the gentle breeze as he'd vanish along the roads of Salvania.*