Barbara
*A glass of cider would be poured into the Fricharii's glass before he'd wave the waiter away, relaxing back in the booth that he sat in within a tavern he often visited in Salvainia. With his horse put away at the stables and his wolf being given his meal for the day, the Elf could now enjoy some time to rest. A colorful glow would make its way through the windows of the establishment, marking the day's near end with the sun just about setting over the horizon. It was around this time of the day, that Terrel would often find himself taking the time off from his Mercenary duties and chores with all the pets he kept. He'd lower his hand down to Floof, giving the now full grown wolf a nice scratch behind his ears were he lied dozing at the man's feet. 

Floof was always the favorite of the bunch of wolves, always there for him since his travels were just beginning. Now he found himself finding places to settle in more so as not to have to bring his pets along for all his dangerous adventures. It was costly, but he made it work just enough for him to be able to continue traveling while having a place to return to by day's end. This wasn't one of those days, however. There were times when he'd simply decide to stay within the city with the things it provided. Casually, the Elf would take the glass of cider, sipping from it in relishing it's sharp taste as he'd watch the sun lower behind the landscape.*
Felipa
Ryza was humming to himself, he was quite a bit satisfied today, finally managing to shrug off his reclusive self and chatting with a few of his colleagues and acquaintances, mostly about the ongoing war in Mentia and the Beastkin states, though some of those acquaintances did made quite offensive remarks about the barbarity of those northern dwellers, something quite prevalent in his people, a sense of superiority that he never truly grasp. 

When he walked into the tavern, the bartender already knew what his order was, and gave a slight nod before scurrying off to the back to fetch a bottle of imported Runran white wine. The man himself slowly quietens his humming as he sees a familiar faces from months ago, the posture, the attire and the aura, Floof also.

He smiled and made his way to the booth.

"Long time no see, Terrel was it not?"
Barbara
*Terrel would pause for a short moment, a slight sense a familiarity in the man's voice as he'd turn to look over at him. Where had he met this man before? It had taken a few seconds from him to fully grasp the memory. Yes, the Elven man trying to paint in the middle of the night. Terrel had really seen quite a few strange sights that night. He'd lower his glass back onto the table, a grin forming on what was visible of his face.*"I'd say long enough to assume I wouldn't be seeing you again anytime soon. What have you been up to this whole time?"*He would respond. It was how most went with those he randomly met in his days. Only few occurrences led him to meeting up with them more often than he'd originally suspect. It was a rarity, but perhaps the coincidental encounters weren't so bad.

Floof would look up at Ryza's approach, ears now on high alert as he'd take a moment to sniff at him before catching the familiar scent and relaxing once more. Oh how he's grown since they've last met. But a wolf didn't forget a scent so easily.*"Care to sit?"*Terrel would ask more causally, gesturing to the empty seat across from him before he'd reclaim his once discarded drink to sip from it again.*
Anne
"Gladly,"

Ryza sat down and would began petting Floof under the table and chuckling to himself, shuffling his gaze from the floor to the young man in front of him.

"Nothing much of note, as monotonous as ever, especially in contrast to the stories you'd have, am i right?" He grins. 

"I finished the painting i promised you a long time ago, it just quite hard to track a man like you especially when you are of meandering and wandering the continent, heh." He continues rubbing the wolf hair gently.

"Although, I've been a bit more busy in my social life than before, so that's something, been chatting with new people every night in taverns across the country—Whilst trying to prepare for a trip to Mentia, could say it's a holiday, j guess."

"What about you?"
Barbara
*Floof would lower his head back to the ground under the man's pats, soon curling back up to doze off once more. Terrel would shift his focus to the Lathian. He was one of the few, Terrel could seemingly get along with. However his trend of bad Lathian encounters had only begun in the months past him meeting this one. Perhaps over the years his luck has dwindled as his fortune grew.*"Can't help myself."*He'd say with a smile.*"What's a pig that doesn't wander if not just simple livestock?"*It seemed his travel lust was far from over. In fact it had only seem to grow in time to him discovering new things. While the constant jump from place to place left him weary, the end result typically carried enough fortune to keep at it for the time being.*

"Not much, just off collecting reward and fighting off too many things to keep track of. Normal Mercenary stuff."*He'd answer with a shrug.*"I've been straying from it time to time to do my own thing though. How different the two lives were, but he would have suspected nothing more from an artist he had only met once before. In being told that the painting was finished, it had finally crossed his mind of Ryza promising it once before. Trying to feign his forgetfulness, he'd say more simply:*"Are you now? So when do I get to see it?"
Felipa
Before Ryza had the time to respond one of the Bartender made their way to the table and served him the bottle of cold Runran white wine in an lavish cup, the Lathian smiled and gave them a tip of silver coins before they hurried off to tend to the other patrons needs.

"Aye, you still remember where my estate is right? Close to the sea—over the hill? Near the coast just a bit away from Vuni and near Dhusaf, you can just go in and take it for yourself, Iliana still remembers you, i think,"

He took a sip from his cup and looked outside to the twilight sky.

"Anytime, really, i wish i can accompany you tonight or tomorrow but i have some urgent things to attend to. . ."

He shuffled his gaze back towards Terrel, trying to discern his emotions currently.

"—I heard Middle Mentia has been moving up arms with Upper Mentia against the Beastkin warlords, and that quite the host of mercenaries have been employed by Silnarian and Mentian to do battle in their interest, have you done any contracts for either side of the conflict?"
Barbara
"Just about."*Terrel would say, digging up the faint memory of its direction the night he decided to stay there for a short while before continuing on with his travels once more. With Ryza saying he'd want to accompany him, Terrel would simply say:*"So any time except tonight or tomorrow."*He'd scratch at his jaw, just past where the small bit of stubble managed to grow in an otherwise smooth face.*"I suppose I'll be around Salvania for a bit in that case if you'd prefer it."

*Being told about the conflict with Mentia and asked if he's done any contracts with a side, the Silnari would give a shake of his head.*"Can't say I have."*He'd answer. While it was true enough in him not paying much attention to the war efforts going on in Mentia. It would be a partial lie to say he's never done something in accordance to it. Mainly just a free looting trip for him before another group could get it, but that was a short story for another time.*"Not that I care much of participating."*While most Mercenaries would seemingly jump onboard in participating in the warfare, the Elf hadn't found any good reason to. He gets paid enough as it is without needing to support an army full of people who couldn't end a war several years ago. It was those reasons that he's stopped keeping up with it.*"I'm guessing that's what's keeping you busy?"*He'd question him.*