Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Grand Stead

Laughter roared like thunder as the giant in white robes looked at his interloper in disbelief. "My Order hunts things too dangerous for a merchant as yourself... Following me to my destination is going to put your life at risk." He sighed "You may not understand, but there is something ancient and perilous dwelling in the mountain I am heading to."

Stern caressed his beard as her reached the doors of the temple. "Mount Sharptooth is not a place for commoners..."
Ricky
James Fiyero, Grand Stead

James jumped back slightly at the uproarious laughter from the other man. He took a second to compose himself, drawing his robes around his body, and stood up a little straighter as they walked along. As straight as he stood, however, that did not bring him near to the giant's height. They approached their destination—some temple?—and the merchant knew he would have to make some play soon if he were to accompany Stern. 
"I am no commoner. I was raised by a noble family, trained mostly in the mercantile arts, but I can hold my own." In an attempt to prove his statement, James pulled one of the daggers from his belt and began to twirl it dexterously around his fingers. Truth be told, he had only ever been in one non-serious fight, and he hardly knew how to use the weapon, but he could put on an impressive display. With a flick of his wrist, James sent the dagger spinning forward to impale itself into the doors of the temple. "See?"
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, city of Grand Stead

Stern's eyes darted to the dagger as he immediately deflected it with his gauntlets. He growled in anger as he glared at the merchant "How dare you attempt to vandalize such a holy place!?" He snarled. 
"Do not attempt such things in my presence ever again or I shall give the inquisitors a new toy to play with, is that clear?"
Ricky
James Fiyero, Grand Stead

James averted his gaze and grinned sheepishly. _Gods above, I am stupid sometimes,_ he thought to himself, quickly moving to retrieve his dagger. To Stern, he said, "Message received. Never again shall I attempt something so stupid." The man had decided to try a different approach, so he straightened his tone and posture to be totally serious and contrite. He asked, "What is it that you're searching for?"