Charles
"You do you I guess, I like to keep a healthy balance."

*She'd state, standing up and stretching once more, letting out a weary yawn.*

"I have to get something for my hand though, it started burning a slightly less pleasant way and I don't think I want to let it get worse."

*With that, she'd go to the counter to ask for something strong enough to disinfect it.*
Nathaniel
*Sai would remain seated. Though moments later as she reaches the counter he'd call out to her.* "Grab another ale!" *With that he'd flick her a coin with his fingers, hoping her reactions are fast enough because if not it would probably just hit her on the head and no one likes an annoyed Oni.*
Charles
*She caught it reaching back without turning around, continuing to speak to the barkeeper. Soon enough, she'd return with a new mig for each of them and a bottle of... Whatever. Sliding him over his and setting her own ale down, she pulled out a rag of cloth she also probably got by the counter, dipped it into the bottle and started rubbing it over her torn up hand. It smelt extremely strong, probably wasn't drinkable... Least not by the average human.*

"Toss it harder next time, maybe then you'll hit me."

*She said with a chuckle as she looked over her hand if all the cuts were covered.*
Nathaniel
"Don't make me look like a villain who -wants- to hit you."

*He'd chuckle, picking up his tankard and taking a swig or the ale. He'd close his eyes with a satisfied sigh soon as it goes down.*

"Been pretty dry on good paying jobs recently. Nothing really worth the time and effort for the payout... Got offered to save a cat for 50 silver. Chased it for a day. Never again."
Charles
"That's why you save up. Mercenaries aren't oft in need in times of peace, but it usually pays well enoigh whenever there is something to be done..."

*She explained, exhaling a small bit of the explosive dust on her hand from before, it lighting up with a short-lived blue flame, searing most of the wounds covering it shut.*

"...If you know how to negotiate prices, that is."
Nathaniel
"It's not that I don't know how it works. It's just that without war or tensions between groups my line of work is rarely needed."

*He'd crack his neck and reach for his tankard, adding one more comment before taking a swig.*

"On that note, the Silnari seem to be preparing for war."
Charles
"Oh, guess we'll have enough to keep us going for a while quite soon then." 

*She replied, taking her own mug and drinking from it as well before leaning in closer, so the others wouldn't overhear her.* 

"Thought of which side you'll take already or whoever pays best?"
Nathaniel
"It's not my race so I don't really care. If I can though I'll pick the dark elves. At least they aren't stuck up nobles with rods in their asses."

*He'd sound quite certain of his choice. This time he would drink from his tankard but instead just look at the ale inside as he thinks.*
Charles
"Respectable choice. I'll be sure to take it to account when choosing sides. Should the difference not be too large, I'd prefer fighting on your side... For now. I'll mop the floor with you one day, bet."

*She sounded pretty determined, what she was actually waiting for was a pure mystery though.*
Nathaniel
"I'm sure you will, given close quarters combat isn't even my specialty."

*He'd state that in a mocking tone, smiling at her sheepishly.*

"Though not having to fight you on the field as enemies doesn't sound too bad of an idea... Would -hate- to have to kill you.~"

*He'd finish off his ale in one long chug, slamming the tankard down onto the table and letting out a loud sigh that was a mixture of satisfaction and relief, eventually leaning backwards into the chair as his muscles relax.*
Charles
"I can imagine. Don't let your ego get the best of you just cause I wanted to stay pretty for the festival, unlike a certain grandpa sitting across me!"

*She'd say with an overly smug smile on her face. Looks like she got a taste for provoking him earlier and didn't really feel like laying it off anytime soon. Still, he could easily see she didn't mean to be hostile and was more joking, naturally, she had no idea how long his fuse was though.*
Nathaniel
"Ouch... I'm not even a century old yet..." *He'd grin at her, clearly not offended by the remark or anything given that her tone is everythign but serious. He'd look down at her arm before continuing.* "Well, you never struck me as someone who -cares- what others think -and- I think I'm pretty enough for the festival as is.~"

*He'd suddenly look at her with a sheepish smile as he said the last part. He did start smiling more from when he just met her but it was probably the ale making him do so.*
Charles
"Not like you have a hard time. Men can pull off the griffled look without as much as breaking a sweat. Meanwhile I don't know where your standards are lying, but let's just say I'm not very high up on the list of the average Oni."

*She replied, it being hearable on her voice she wasn't too happy about that fact. After all, who would having trouble appealing to people? Well, people oneself would be interested in the very least.*
Nathaniel
"That's the opinion you have of yourself. Doesn't mean that that's what everyone thinks, does it? And what I meant by what I said is that I took you for someone who is proud of who they are."

*He didn't seem to be doing much apart from talking with his ale tankard empty. He would however pull out a coin and idly roll it across his knuckles, over and over. He had a habit of always fidgeting with something, though he didn't know where it came from, it was just there ever since he could remember.*