Pauline
**Lucrum seemed distraught. As he tried to keep the conversation afloat. He was forcing himself to keep Terrel's attention.**

"I've grown lazy over the last year. . . Busy with forming connections, for the big thing. But in doing so my swordsman has dulled— yet my magic has prospered. It's safe to say, I've lost my edge. Heh."
**The squire said with a glance to his Estoc; a weapon with no edge.** 

*Lucrum would look to the tear in the Pigs cape. Before frantically speaking.*
"I can sew the cape back together if you'd like. It's the least I could do. M—my elven mother practically engrained it into my head."

*He'd take the mare by her reigns and walk her over to the waters edge to allow her to drink. The ducklings would be placed in his saddle bags, with the cover open. The equine kept an eye on Carl, and would huff lowly as she had just watch the two riders duke it out. She was unsure if it was safe, But could felt her riders low emotion. Lucrum brushed her mane and in response the mare would rest it's chin atop of the short squire head. He closed his eyes feeling sorry for himself.*

"—But I've met some new people; From Canifors Lords and optimistic adventures... To Harlot Kemo—? What is the name of the cat people? I can never pronounce their race right..."

*He'd sigh loudly, The squire had grownup, although it wasn't was anything tangible. Aside from his Cuirass and Estoc, he remained the same person visibly and at heart. With the addition from the bruises he'd obtained from getting jumped by elves in Lymia and most recently the bar fight with Hikari. . . Sketchy lady, bad manners. That left him with bandages that wrapped around his forehead was a sign he had been in a pickle since. His experience couldn't been seen but heard as he recites the events. He stops himself, as he realized he hadn't formally apologized.*

**"Terrel are you listening?"**
Katherine
*Terrel would turn his gaze towards Lucrum, staring back at him with a frown forming on his face with what could be perceived as mild annoyance with the squire. What more did he want with him? He already left him to burn alive, near attempted decapitation, and torn his cloak in his weak excuse for swordsmanship that he claimed to have improved upon in the year that had passed.*

"Mhm."*He'd respond back simply to confirm Lucrum's question of him listening. His business with Lucrum was already through, now it was just a matter of teaching those bandits a lesson about messing with him, whether they were after the squire or not. The Elf never liked unfinished business and in having to run away, Lucrum was merely a reminder of what he had to go back to.

He didn't have much faith in the squire, even if he felt inclined to help seeing as he was the cause of this in the first place. At this point, he'd probably slow him down or perhaps make decent fodder for a while. Either way, he probably wasn't going to get much help in this and that mattered little to the Pig Elf. He had faith in his own wit and sword skills and if it's a fight they wanted to start, it was one he going to finish. Perhaps it was about time to start getting prepared.*
Pauline
"C'mon don't do that..."
*Lucrum became frustrated with Terrel's disinterest, the shuffle of foot steps could heard as he approached Terrel from behind. The squire instincts was to shove him as he raised his palm; but didn't have the gall to pull through. He would reach out to grab his shoulder to stop him from leaving.*

"**Tsh, you're a—...**"
*Lucrum bit his tongue it was laced with poison for what he wanted to say out of Frustration, speechless as he danced on eggshells. He decided to keep it honest.*
"Terrel, did I ever tell you what we were doing that day before we were ambushed?— What was in the parcels? Where we going?—"

*Lucrum stared him down, his eyes flicking between portions of his mask. He'd point to his mask, gesturing him to take it off.*

"—Life is unfair, I didn't expect things to turn out that way it did. It has affected me more than you think old friend. You had a choice to stand and fight by my side... I told them you weren't with me yet.—"
*He'd pause.*
"...What you did, even with the outcome now. Left me dumbfounded. You have warrior's heart."

"...I can plea until my lungs run out, and my eyes roll back... But nothing can change what happened that day. We either would've died or been captured—. Those snobs that hired him... Are worse than you and I combined. But, I strive to cut down that stupid looking floppy hat bandit and those who hired him... That made me look like a fool, I want to show you I am truly..."
*He'd exhale, looked to the pig's greaves.*

"**—__Sorry.__** But your making it difficult walking away... Just listen to me"
Katherine
*Terrel would remain where he was as Lucrum went through the effort of coming up behind him, only turning his head back to look at him as he'd place a hand on his shoulder. He was sure the Macen was trying to explain something important, but after all this talking, the Elf had found his mind drifting elsewhere for a while.

He took notice of Lucrum gesturing to his mask, though simply ignoring the hand gesture's request to remove it. Why should he anyways? Only after there was finally silence, would Terrel slowly grab Lucrum's hand to pick it off his shoulder and move it away from him.*

"You know what you're problem is Lucrum?"*He'd question, using the squire's name for the first time well ever maybe. It was hard to recall a time when he had needed to say it really.*"You talk too much for your own good."

*The Elf would turn around fully, bringing his arm up to rest on the back of his horse.*"I have some business to finish with those ambushers of yours, so are you going to help me or not?"

*Quick and to the point the Elf seemed. Lucrum's apology seemed to have mattered little to him at this given point, that window of opportunity having already closed. The Macen seemed insistent enough, so who was he to stop him lest he proved to only repeat history as it so often did.*
Pauline
**"__what?"**

*Lucrum would blink dumbfoundedly, almost entirely baffled as he stood there coming up with this extravagant apology for Terrel. . . Only to be hit with his words being excessive. His mind would take a moment to process what he had said. As it seemed to knock him completely off his equilibrium and take him off guard. After snapping back to reality, the squire would groan loudly as he placed his palms in for a double facepalm. He'd pívot, and walk back to make sure he had everything, before taking the mares reigns and lead her to Terrel*

"Y'know? I could've saved my breathe if I knew you was going say that. . ." *He'd say rolling his eyes*
"Tsh, You sat here and made me go through the 5 stages of grief just to tell me we're going go finish some business?— Uh, Of course I'm going to help!"

*He let out an exasperated laugh that shifted into a hesitating one. . . At least he remained the same at heart.*

"So we're good?—Were heading out of here or you still setting up to camp here?"
*The squire said while saddling up. He sized up Carl for a moment the his own mare. Before dropping the question.*
**"We gonna race?"**