Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich

Hot Chocolate. He'd almost bursted out out laughing. For all it's wit and skill, Giallo remained a kid at the end of the day.
They'd be lucky if the tavern served alcohol. Judging by what he had seen of Scweingott, Czerich would satisfied with clean water.

Linas offered to pay half of the meal, which thankfully freed his budget. He had been lucky to retrieve his money now that the blacksmith had come back with the mule, and he had taken a trio of silver pieces before entering the tavern.
Czerich left the table and walked over to the counter, then, pulling a silver coin and holding it in the air he announced:

"Next round is on me! And a second coin belongs to whoever tells the best drinking tale!"
Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus. 

Despite the offer he made, The knight deeply respected their choices over who should pay the price or not. " Very well, " Agreeing with Linas the Blacksmith, Bryan decided to pay the half of the price of the meal they will has while the other from Linas. He smiled at Giallo request over a warm and hot cup of coffee. He was young for sure. Bryan was sure that he's probably seven years old or more so after judging from his apperance.

As the group made their way inside a tavern nearby, the tavern was filled with peoples for sure. The group was lucky to find a empty table that was enough for them to sit with. Bryan left his horse alone outside the tavern after paying a small fee to the shop guard to guard it while he was away. 

As he sat down along with the others, he called out one of the waitress around who was serving people nearby them as he ordered a hot cup of chocolate for Giallo as long as a cup of ale for himself as well. He felt a bit, tired. It could because he didn't slept much since yesterday's event and the ride toward here. 

*A cup of ale should able to do the job,* He thought as the waitress arrived with their drinks after a shortly moment. Bryan held it in his hand and drank a amount of it afterwards. As he drank, Kiervan announced a small competition about who can tell a good story about their lifetime. Bryan gulped for a moment after drinking his ale as he then later raised his cup in the air, giving a sign to Kiervan that he was good with it.
Katherine
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Castle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar

She tilted her head in a way that made her hair fall, catching his eye as she accepted his not-quite-offer to dance. In the same way he'd been distracted by one of her features, he noted her attention to his arm. "We move just fine in the South. A little more rowdy I would assume, but nothing I think you couldn't handle, Ivagneth." He repeated the name, letting it sit in his tongue as he took another sip from his goblet. 

As she continued, he tried to commit her information to memory. "Attempting to cultivate non-native species in the North sounds a mighty task, your father sounds like a determined man, I should make his aquatintence one day." Mikhail mused, and gave a half smile when she apologized for talking too much. 

"By all means, I asked. Being able to tell a stranger your favorite parts of home is a rare treat among crowds like this, feel free to paint a picture of your home for me." As he spoke, she tucked that blonde strand that had caught his gaze behind her ear once more, and he felt his smile warm to a genuine one. "It can seem that way, I suppose." He agreed, holding his hand out once more for her to take. The southern tan that grazed his skin was nothing compared to others in the Amorothian courts, or even the warm golden tone of his father's family. He was pale in comparison, thanks to his mother's complexion, but it didn't seem to be something she noticed. 

"The best way to see if the South holds as many riches as you believe is to indulge in it." He grinned, and gestured to the dance floor behind them.
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
Verandus

The blacksmith was pleased to hear the knight agree to his offer and ordered what ever the group was interested to share for the meal today. He did order a simple platter of stewed meat and vegetables for himself as he was very hungry at this point. He was practically hungry enough to eat a horse. 

Shortly after, everyone did get their meals and he happily enjoyed his food while he watched the rest of the crew enjoying themselves. He was happy Giallo got his hot chocolate and that Czerich was already finding some entertainment. Linas' curious eyes eventually settled back on the knight before him. 

"I never thought I would see a knight of your rank around these parts. May I ask what brought you here?" 

The man's well kept armor showed the blacksmith he was of a higher nobility in terms of military class, far from what this place could likely afford. His armor alone was probably already catching some eyes and stirring some malicious intent amongst the citizens of this city.
Katherine
Anyanka Durkhan
Castle Grunwald, Vallen, Taemar

At the gesture, Anya dipped her gaze to her shoulder, but didn't linger long. It was hurting, but she wasn't in the mood to let Charity or anyone else know that. She so desperately wanted to be home already so she could process the _horrors_ of the council in the privacy of her own bedchambers. 

Anya gave a small nod to the brunette, and they parted ways for the time being. How Charity intended to find her room, she wasn't certain. If asked, she wouldn't have been able to track down any of the other royals without a guide, but she trusted she'd arrive soon enough.
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Verandus

There wasn't much for Giallo to do but murder his hot chocolate and then sit back with a warm, full belly and observe his surroundings. 

He was surprised at how peaceful their journey had been thus far, but supposed that his limited knowledge of the world was to blame. He was more used to nasty surprises than good ones. Letting loose a small belch, his attention turned to Czerich.

"Where are we going next? Will it be as wretched as the bog?"
Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore

Bryan took another sip of his ale before placing it on the table as he was called out by the blacksmith about something. Something that was regarding about his presence at such city out of nowhere. Bryan dimly nodded as he thought about it for a moment. " Well, I'm actually a knight-errant." He response, looking back at the Blacksmith for his question. " A knight who has no affiliation with the other kingdom, just a knight who wanders on his own path by himself. " He answered, taking another sip of his ale once more while he take a glimpse around the place. 

Bryan didn't wore any of his fancy, hard, armor plate around him. He had stored it inside the satchel bags on his horse. Thought, he did wore chain mails around him. An attire that is regularly worn by knights or warriors for protection. It is made up of small metal chains that are linked together to form a mesh. Beneath it, was a simple and plain red cotton shirt, along with a sweatpants. He did wore a red cape around him, with a symbol on it that signify his own self. It is a image of a yellow phoenix on it.

He had the appearance of a young man, who was seems to be in his late twenties. He has wavy light brown hair and green eyes with short eyelashes. Tall, muscular, and probably considered good-looking by the opposite sex. Or, that what's he thought to himself. 

He chuckles about it for a moment before turning his attention back on the blacksmith. " I was actually wandering around the middlelands, searching for people who are in need of help." He explained. " Then, everything happen and we're sitting at here now. " He said, and smiled.