Anna
*Shaori watched the two men seem to get along, smiling slightly before ending up bursting out laughing when she saw Lucrum fall. It wasn't out of spite, but it was pretty funny. She put her hands on her stomach and tried to keep from laughing. Between a few sighs and laughter, she tried to say.* "I'm sorry to be laughing! I can't handle it!" *After a few moments trying to compose herself, she finally stopped laughing and got a little more serious, feeling bad for having laughed at someone who had just fallen.*

"Ah? Yes, I have seen many places like this." *Shaori responded with less joy than usual, perhaps the first time she was calm during the trip. Her tail, which hung to the side, swayed slightly, even after the horse stopped moving. Listening to the story that Lucrum had to tell about the place, the kitsune just remembered the past and how things can change. While she paid attention to him, her mind also traveled through ruins that she had already seen. Her past had not been sad or happy, in fact she herself did not know how to classify it.* 

"Huh... About me..." *Shaori leaned on the horse, running her fingers between its mane as she wondered what interesting things she could say.* "I come from foreign kingdoms, so I don't know this region very well. I lived with my family in a small village, but I decided to venture out into the world to gain power." *She sighed for a moment, taking a look at the two before continuing to speak.* "I think that you will find out about me very soon, without any effort." 

*It was true. Soon Terrel and Lucrum would see the woman's other face, literally.*

"How do you want to know if you can trust us. Helping you?" *Shaori raised an eyebrow, now adjusting herself on top of the horse's saddle and correcting her posture.*
Tamiko
"I already apologized for directions Terrel, What more do you want from me? Should I edit the the directions on your letters now?— Y'know you can't hide forever? __Eventually it all comes to light__. But I'll let you tell me on your own time... I'll be looking forward to it."

*Lucrum looks at Terrel waving off his sarcasm, he chuckles. If he wasn't careful he may end up like him being so nonchalant. . .But under his facade, he knew what his drive was. The crown gave it all away. . . But he hoped he'd hang in there till the end for the profits. He decided to not pry at the man life. Terrel would open up on his own time. He looks to Shaori, still kinda embarrassed that he had nearly fallen. His horse proceeds to graze*

"Foreign lands? The pursuit of power and fortune. . . We can all agree we're here for that"
*He snaps his fingers, and raises the two pieces of paper. A letter and invitation.*
"I sure do hope to Shaori, Who knows? You may have a talent like Terrel! Who's nonchalant in everything he does. . . I kid, I kid, but I am intrigued nonetheless. I'm ready for anything you to decide to surprise me with."
*He reads the letter in his head, his plans starting to form around the two. His face is concentrated, as he look to them both with urgency*

"Opportunities come unexpectedly, and the one you feel most unease with are often the most lucrative. . . This—this here is your calling. . ."
*He hands over the Invitation to Terrel and the Letter to Shaori. He exhaled slowly*

"If I haven't informed you; I am, Lucrum T. Khamiel. . . I come from a once great guild of merchants, why am I telling you this?— I'm glad you asked. They were once 'great' in helping average people like you two and I and my family. Become successful, Whether you were a mercenary, merchant, or someone who needed as way to prove yourself. To the lords & leaders that oppressed us and we're suffering injustice or inequality in poor conditions, eventually we had to disband—"

•••

"I was told this by my guardian Lupa sometime around my teen years the guild was disbanded . . . For __unknown reasons however. . .__— I was told there is still remnants of them, of the important members and well. . . It's necessary that I get to them, as they know the whereabouts of my Mother and Father.— That letter your holding Shaori— is from my Father. . . It was given to me before I left out to seek associates, it's dated a 6 months ago. Read it please."

*He looks over to Terrel, his face held a sorta of pain look but sternness to it.*

"The Invitation is to a Wedding and Gala in the upcoming week; I was invited to take part, The person here was an important figure in the guild and they were nice enough to invite the Sons—and Daughter of one of the most well renowned members of that guild who had disappeared for several years. . . See the details. . ."

*He looks around the ruins and forest, hoping that they were truly alone out here. He expresses his concern to the two, his voice is serious.*

"This is where we learned to trust one another. . . As well as where I learn to trust you, and you trust me. . . I assure you if you help me with this you will be rewarded greatly. . . So I'll leave the details of what I need you two for when finish the delivery. . . But I need to know if you are ready for this?"
Cordia
"Yes, some updated directions would be nice right about now." *Terrel said with a smug grin from where he sat lax on his horse. He was messing around with Lucrum at this point, finding amusement in prodding at his meaningless mistakes. Lucrum believed that Terrel would open up eventually, but the Elf could only shrug off that thought. This wasn't some fairy tale where they were just going to 'share their feelings' and win the day with the 'power of friendship'. Two extreme case scenarios that came to his mind, but still the Elf rolled his eyes at his own ludicrous thoughts.

He turned to look over at Shaori as Lucrum began to address her and her past life. Another foreigner it seemed though it surprised him little that neither of them weren't from around here. They stuck out enough from the crowd with their brightly colored get up, intentional or not. Lucrum on the other hand, seemed like he knew this place and knew it well.

Terrel listened to Lucrum once more as he began to explain why they were here, turning his head to focus on the Macen while his horse grazed with Lucrum's. The Macen began to introduce himself once again, stating his full name to which Terrel wondered if the man suffered from short turn memory. This would be one heck of a trip if he did, but Terrel waved off the thought as he was handed the invitation. 

He looked it over quickly as Lucrum began his long monologue that Terrel figured he must have practiced over and over again by himself before waiting for this exact moment. Nevertheless, Terrel listened to him talk about the guild of merchants he had once come from, speaking about how they were oppressed by those empowered to which Terrel snorted at the thought of it. He wouldn't mind causing a bit of chaos among the lordships, just for the sake of them losing control of things for once, but it was clear with Lucrum's story that that wasn't what they were planning to do. Oh well, maybe on the way then.*

*After that, Terrel's mind had began drifting off elsewhere, gazing out at the area that surrounded him while Lucrum sounded more muffled in the background. Only when Terrel had looked over to see the Macen staring at him in a mixture of pain and sternness, did the Elf finally refocus on the story that was being told. The smile he once carried had faded off to a more neutral look, causing him to look the most serious he has been since he had first arrived.

Once Lucrum has finished explaining everything, Terrel would follow his gaze back out to the forest and ruins, feeling as if the Macen was looking for something or rather seeing something that wasn't there, but he decided to shrug it off. Lucrum seemed concerned with something, and what that was exactly, Terrel didn't try to dwell on. There was most likely something out there to be wary of, so maybe it was best he kept on guard. When Lucrum had finally asked the question of whether or not they were ready, Terrel responded in a neutral, monotone voice:*

"Ready as I'll ever be..."