Charles
*The sound of the equines snort was enough to snap the reality back in Lucrum's conscious. His face brightens with ecstasy to hide his curiosity. The sight of the man with Pig head and classy attire. Both being extremities of another, Evoking an opposing statement that he himself will remember. He remains awestruck for a moment as he goes to introduce himself, placing his hand outward to shake the mans hand. Firmly, He recites the last lines from the letter 1, and P.S. From 2.*
"Yes, I am. . . May that someone be you?"

*He looks at him, with curiosity.*
"__ Blood is Thicker than Wine;
Return to Recipient if Stolen.__"
*He nods, but his focus is interrupted as his view shifts to the pink and red colors in the crowd, as they approach him being more clearly able to make out that the figure is a Kitsune and a female. He senses a reoccurring theme of bold warm colors, he repeats line 1, and 2 once more for the Kitsune before he formally Introduces himself behind his alias. He catches the distinct scent, and sealing it for safe keeping. Forever imprinted into olfactory senses. His sense of anguish fades, as he is now newly familiarized to the two.*

"Glad to see you two make it, I apologize for my vague instructions. But I needed to take countermeasures. . .— If you you don't mind."

*He removes his tinted spectacles, and his circlet crown. . . He squints as his eyes adjusted to the imperfections of his own sight. The compass that was still in his right hand with the spectacles. Now sat in between the frame, as the crown in his left by itself. Holding both in hand too them to test their interests. Urging them to both take one, before he starts to go onto more about his gratitude and method he stops; foremost and formally, Gives them his name.*

"Yes, I am. L.K. Better know as, Lucrum T. Khamiel. It is a pleasure to met you two both— Shaori, and you are? . . ."

*He awaits the Pig head's response, as well his choice and Shaori's*

**"Neither choice is wrong."**

*He was genuine about the statement. With his eyes and smile alone. There was really no wrong choice.*
Angela
*Terrel reached for the letter hanging loosely in the saddle bags, answering Lucrum's first question by stating:*

"I am as far as being the recipient of this letter is concerned." *His attention drifted over to the kitsune as she arrived, raising an eyebrow from beneath the mask as a sweet met his nose. So there were others he was waiting for. At the very least it explained the horses. His gaze eventually flitted back to Lucrum as he repeated the same words of the letter once more to the kitsune. Terrel listened as he introduced himself to them to which Terrel soon after gave a small nod, saying:*

"The name's Terrel." *Terrel saw no reason to give his full name in the formality that Lucrum showed seeing as they had only just met. He watched as Lucrum removed the crown and spectacles to place them in company of the compass as he held it out to them. It seemed to be a test of sorts in Terrel's eyes and a rather odd one with the items of choice unless there was some deeper meaning to it. He looked between the compass, spectacles, and crown as if taking consideration of them. Choice from usefulness alone didn't seem to viable here, however maybe it was merely a choice of what stood out more to which wasn't as hard to decide between. 


Lucrum's words of neither choice being wrong echoed in Terrel's head and with that, he decided not to think too hard on it as he reached out to grab ringed crown in Lucrum's left hand. The thin shape of it rested rather easily between his gloved fingers as he took it in his own hand and observed the choice before looking over to the kitsune to see which she would choose. Terrel wasn't sure if this would mean something later or if this person was simply trying to get rid of junk that he didn't know what else to do with. Either way, it didn't matter much to the Elf. Lucrum seemed insistent enough and Terrel could only assume that this would eventually lead to him properly explaining why they were here.*
Jean
Shaori watches them curiously and lets out a brief sigh of relief at being in the right place. Carefully, she puts the letter back in her bag and continues to hear them both introducing each other. She tries to engrave the name of the pig's head in her mind; *Terrel*. Ah, sometimes this Shaori was a little forgotten. Her cyan eyes sometimes glanced at the pink-haired man and his horse, and then at Lucrum, always switching her gaze between the two. Soon her attention was directed to the objects he showed them, analyzing each of the three for a few seconds.

The kitsune waited for Terrel to choose his object first, before picking up the compass carefully. It appeared to be broken, based on the wrong directions it indicated. The reason for her choice was quite simple: Shaori didn't need the spectacles. Technically, she didn't need a broken compass either, but maybe she would have it fixed with a professional. With infinite attention and curiosity, she studied the object.

"It's broken. Didn't you try to find someone who knew how to fix this?" Shaori held the compass in the air, and pointed at it with the other hand. "*But...* I liked it." She smiled gently at him, her tail wagging behind her kimono. Looking at the crown Terrel had chosen, she tilted her head slightly. "Why did you choose it?" Like a child curious about something, she looked up at him.
Charles
"Well, if the letter lead you here. There is much to discuss. . . I'll get right to it— Nice to meet you Terrel. Mount up, you too Shaori. . . We're doing a delivery, to a relative of mine. . . Come along, there are too many ears here. I'll tell you two more along the way— this uh, place isn't full of opportunities for no reason..."

*Lucrum makes a mental note of their choices; He nods and raises an eyebrow as if he sees them both with transparency. . . It's ominous, and weird. . . A moment of silence fills the air, Lucrum places his glasses back on, blinking til his eyes readjust his sight.*
"You can hold onto those for a bit, think of it as— Me giving a gift for the start of something new..." 
*He chuckles lightly, looking to them both*

"I am going to need them back, however.— Not now but. They're very important to me. . . But take a look at them both."

*The Crown: Chosen by Terrel is albeit too small to fit his Pig Head, it is ornate and well-made. Engravings on the inside of the crown left to right;* 
**Grand 18th, Love Lupa. | V/XII/∞ | Lucrum T. Khamiel**

*The Compass: Chosen by Shaori during inspection; Would notice its ornate design as well as the abnormalities in the needle pointing to S.E. Rather than N. The needle twitched ever so slightly at each movement she did. There seemed to be dialect of another race on it; Oni Dialect, Blue to be Precise. It read; Made In: Magocracy of Irunia.*

*He raise an eyebrow at her question*
"No, I haven't got around to it. My Godmother gave it me. She said to take care of it, Saying It'd be important now that I'm older."

*He goes around each horse retrieving the satchels on them and doubling up on his end. He hands Terrel a satchel as well as Shaori. As he goes to mount, one of the four brown equine.*

"Since it's only three of us? We'll have two will double down on carrying. . . Cause we don't have extra riders. As for the horses.— I'll come back for them another day and return them. . . Ah, those fees."
Angela
*Terrel glanced over at Shaori, carefully regarding her as she asked him the question. He figured that she was looking for him to answer in it being anything other than him just picking something. Though, instead he simply stated:*

"It just caught my attention first, so I chose it. After all, there wasn't a right or wrong choice." *He gave a chuckle as he looked down at the small crown in his palm. Lucrum was right about one thing, it probably wouldn't fit right atop the pig mask, though Terrel couldn't help but imagine what the sight of a pig wearing a crown would give to any other passerby, definitely one that would lead others to not take him seriously though it didn't phase him. Appearance wasn't all that mattered.

His horse had paced forward a bit, leaning his large head over Terrel's shoulder as he curiously looked at the object his rider held. Terrel took the opportunity to take his horse's lead in his free hand.

As Lucrum explained that they'll be keeping the items temporarily, Terrel read the engravings that marked the crown. He had went over it a few times, assuming it was an old gift of sorts that he had. Terrel turned the crown around in his hand before reaching out to grab the satchel Lucrum handed him and adding it to the rest of the saddle bags his horse carried.

He'd mount up, easily hopping into the saddle and grabbing the reigns as he looked down at the other two. Perhaps there were meant to be more showing up especially with Lucrum's over-preparedness, but it mattered not now seeing as they were about to depart.*

"Best to have too many horses than not enough." *Terrel stated with a grin.* "Unless the horse's rob you of precious currency." *His horse snorted in exasperation, but lifted his head up as saw that they were getting ready to head off.*