Antonio
*The knight sat upon a flat rock near the chief's hut, her cheeks still rosy from their battle with the previous owner of the grand brown pelt - the one M'ralind was flourishing at the chief through the window. Her stature was composed, almost meditative as she gave another sigh, drawing her longsword across a spare piece of dark cloth, the flecks of muddied blood glinting in the moonlight and soaking away. She adjusted her seating, her armour clunking far more quietly than earlier as the metal heaved from the wear.*
Alexander
*M'ralind's negotiating skills were in full bloom within the chief's hut, her arms waving at the air in a playful display of the terrible creature's size, as if the mere size of the skins and meat she was handing them wasn't enough to make such a fact evident. The chieftan was left far more confused than anything, his eyes wide as he shook his head with his mouth slightly agape, looking at his surroundings as if looking for someone to explain to him what to do with the current situation.*

*A few minutes later, the Lora came skipping out of the hut with a bright smile and a small pouch of coins jiggling about, a cut of meat hung from her shoulder over her back and covered in cloth to keep it from simply decomposing - not like that would affect M'ra at all, thanks to her strain.* "Heeeeyyyyy, Eli, I got da thing sold and they let me keep sum meat so I have dinner!" *She waved her hand cheerfully and came closer to the knight she'd arrived here with.* "It smells like a treat, I don't even think I wanna cook it!"
Antonio
*Her peaceful trance broken by the return of her Lora companion, Elias turned to her and beamed, eyes softening at the pouch of gold and congratulating her in a low, maternal voice.*
"You sold it to him well, hm? I was watching, it seemed like quite the theatre."
*She gave a small giggle, reaching to to cover her mouth with a curled gauntleted finger. Her eyes wandered to the flank of meat, the almost purplish colour causing her to narrow her eyes at it, but this suspicion quickly faded. As the moon rose high, and the wind began to howl louder, Elias felt a peace long-lost to her Northern home.*
"Unfortunately, anything I eat will have to be cooked. I don't have your... Steely temperament."
Alexander
*The girl breathed out through her nose, a soft sigh to herself as she looked at the cut of meat for a bit before speaking out.* "Yeah, I guess yous right. I'll cook up somethin' fine for ya, fit fer a noble. Speakin' of food, should we be spendin' the night at an inn or are ya plannin' on journeyin' through the cold?" *It felt a little strange speaking about sleeping at night for M'ralind, but nevertheless she'd have plenty to do during the time when Elias was asleep. The bear has taken quite some edge away from her axes, so she wanted to tend to them.* "If ya don't wanna sleep I still think we should at least get someplace warm fer ya."
Antonio
*Elias returned a bashful smirk, mildly embarrassed by her decidedly aristocratic demanour at the moment, shaking her head and loosening her posture as much as she could manage.*
"I think I'll stay in the inn, tonight. As much as I like the chill of these forests, I prefer a warm hearth... But is it alright for you to sleep, M'ra? I was under the impression vampires were nocturnal..."
*She lowered her voice in the second part as to not spook the villagers, leaning forward and drawing close to M'ra's face.*