Dolores
"Ohhhhhhh. It was a decent little group." *Mox answers as his gaze wanders away towards the forest.* "We had a few decently skilled members between us, had everything covered." *He waves his hand dismissively to try moving the conversation on, perhaps a sore spot.* "Oh no. No. He was a Macen. I've no clue how he managed to convince them that I was responsible. All I konw is I woke up with a blade to my throat and one very awkward hangover."

*He chuckles for a moment before putting the bottle down again. Staring into the fire for a few moments before sighing.* "Long story short I ended that day running out of the city with my gear hastily snatched up and many an arrow flying my way." *As if to confirm this Mox grabs at his travelers cloak, revealing at least one or two holes still in it from that supposed day.* "Haven't talked to him since. As I said we parted ways after that ill advised adventure for two reasons. One being that we grew tired of the chaos and the other being that we were being hunted at the time and it was better if we parted ways."
Susan
She listened and was curious, but managed to not ask more on them. Setting her rabbit on her lap, wiping her mouth, she smirked, "He sounds like one hell of a liar then..." She admits, chuckling quietly as she looks at the traveler's cloak. "And like a source of definite chaos if he was doing that *While* You were being hunted. I can't imagine what else they got up to."

She wipes her hands, looking at the fire. "I remember having friends like that though growing up. One was this Water Macen. She'd get us into some pretty ah.. Well interesting adventures. Once she was convinced there was a sunken ship with treasure in it, so we all tried getting to it. Except I don't have lungs like they do, so instead I clung to the side of the dock while they used me as... I guess sort of a rope system to drag this gross box up. ...It was full of dirt and snails." She chuckles.
Dolores
*Theres a snort from Mox at the mental image of that.* "Hey, least it was an adventure you know? Can't be to mad if its dirt and snails when you had fun with it. Even if you were being used as a makeshift rope right?" *He teases, chuckling to himself as the fire crackles in the afternoon.* 

*Looking up at the sky one of Mox's ears flick as he rises.* "Should be getting dark soon by the way. Less you want to spend a night by the fire should probably head back to the Inn soon enough less you want to travel through the woods at night. Know you and I can see in the dark well enough, but bandits are still bandits. Woods can sometimes shade a few hungry predators as well."