Cynthia
Laerian nods, then takes a seat in the table in front of her. Her nosebleed had stopped, so the elf takes her hand away from her nose and orders a drink with that same hand. 

Was it a special way to order something? No, Laerian was just careless of how she looked here. A bloody hand signified someone hurt, and if it was anyone else, the worker would have brought over medical supplies. But Laerian has been garnering some attention over the span of her stay here. He knew she wasn't hurt.

After placing an order for a cup of juice and a mug of ale, Laerian looks to Tobias.

"So, who did you work for?"
Billy
Tobias sits down across from Laerian, placing the pack he had been carrying beside the table sighing as he does so. 

"Now that... That is a long story. I worked for The Mathas family all my life, serving exclusively the young Baron for the past 13 years. Before that I was in the employ of his parents since I was a child" 

Laerian would notice sadness cross Tobias face as he mentioned the Mathas Family, minor nobles who had recently had a fall in standing.

"But that is in the past now, and I am now unsure where my path leads"
Cynthia
Laerian wasn't big on politics, but she was around the tavern for some time— it made sense that she had heard bits and pieces about the fall of a noble family. A small one, yes, but still, a noble. 

Taking her cup of water, Laerian takes a sip, wondering how he felt right now. She didn't plan to delve any further into his life— but as such an uninteresting person, she felt obligated to at least listen to others' stories.

"I might be able to find you a job— You have nice manners, those are always preferred. But if you want my opinion, which, to be honest, are often the worst ideas ever, I'd suggest you travel."

Laerian was big on moving around, even as she often did so with a sore, heavy heart. 

"There are too many things in this world to ignore. Monsters of sizes you've never seen before— countries with different culture— The massive steppes, the sea! There is so much to explore and experience."
Billy
"Travel does have it's appeal, I always heard stories from others when the Baron recieved visitors." 

He paused to take a sip of ale wincing as he does so but swallowing regardless, it tasted a lot... Different from the wines he had been tasked with serving. Setting the Ale back down, slightly further away then before he continued talking. 

"But the ability to travel comes back around to my first problem, money the universal constant deciding what people can and can't do and while I can say that I have some finances available it is still not a very large sum to travel on" 

The state of his equipment attested to that, while it was all good quality and taken care of he carried nothing extravagant his equipment chosen purely with performance in mind.
Cynthia
Laerian sees the man wince and smiles playfully, wondering if he had ever had anything like it before. Ale was strong— she could tell from the smell of it, even if she didn't drink. The sting, like acid, was definitelt hard to smell, even.

"Oh, I think I have something for that, too. I take quests around the place I'm at whenever I'm running low on money. The guild nearby takes anyone, as long as they're... Qualified, if you will. Its nice pocket money," Laerian suggests, taking another sip of her water.
Billy
"I see, I might have to visit this guild and see what they have to offer" Tobias absentmindedly reached for the ale again, but stopped himself when he realised what he was doing. 

"As for these qualifications you mention, do not discount me because I was a servant. I think you'll be quite suprised if you knew all my skills" He smiled attempting to show that he didn't mean the statement as a threat