Sabrina
Kirgajan had been on the road for most of the day now. He was in between cities; and his toolset was, for a lack of better terms, going to waste in his previous location. The sun shined straight in his face as the sun had passed mid-day at least 3 hours ago. The sky was a birght blue with only a few clouds peppering the horizon. He held his greatsword as it rested against his shoulder. 

He traveled alone for the most part, and this time around he had simply lost his companions. He was set to travel with a rather small dark elf, but the man left his side two days ago in the middle of the night. His heavy hooves pressed deep indents into the ground below him. While he was on the trail, he passed the occasional merchant, or possibly a caravan that was transporting a nobleman. He kept his distance best he could from others on the way.

With the sun slowly sinking in the sky he headed off into the dense forrest to find a place to set up camp. He hated traveling at night, and there was even more questionable people that roamed the roads in the dark. He had enough wood and food for himself, but he thought of setting a few rabbit and fox traps once he found a place to settle. The trees blocked a fair amount of sun, so the interior of the forrests were much darker than the well lit roads, but he was managing to lumber his way somewhat recklessly.
Carl
*Amalie had been traveling on her own for the past few hours. She too remained mostly distant from random passersby — the expensive-looking sword slung over her right shoulder is certainly enough to paint a target on her back for any unsavory types, and the select few that could detect enchantments would be drawn to it even more.*

*As the sun hid behind the trees coating the horizon, the sky was painted a vivid shade of orange. She continued on further, trying to make progress towards the next city over. Hopefully there would be work for her there, her food supplies were running low, and she hated cutting into the silver she had saved up.*

*After some time of walking along the path through the forest, she had stumbled upon a nicely-sized clearing — perfect for setting up a camp. She began setting up a campfire, the flickering light piercing the darkness of the woods. She sat on the ground near the fire, taking the sword — scabbard and all — off her shoulder, unsheathing it, and pulling out a sharpening stone, beginning to sharpen the sword.*
Sabrina
*It was not long before Kirgajan made his way into a rather suitable clearing. It was some sort of prairie that was encircled by the treeline. Looking into the sky you could see the clouds scattered across the now good orange sky like a spilled red wine. He let out a heavy sigh as he moved into the clearing.*

*The smelll hit him before he saw it, smoke... It was just across the way in the open area. Though the tall grass his the fire itself, he could see the beginnings of a camp being set up. He continued to walk forward slowly. He approached the smoke, trying not to be as loud as he usually was.*

*The figure came into view, but she was just bare illuminated by the sky and fire.* "Leaving or arriving?" *He called out from about 10 yards away from the encampment.*
Carl
*The distant voice took her off guard. She paused sharpening her sword, looking in the direction of the voice. The darkness shrouded whoever spoke, but she responded nevertheless.*

*In a thick, exotic accent, she responded,* "I am setting up camp for the night."

*Sword still in hand, she stood up. She remained alert; it was impossible to tell if the owner of the voice was friendly, or simply looking for an easy target to steal from.*

"Are you looking for trouble, or merely hospitality?"

*She kept squinting into the distance, hoping the flickering campfire would shed enough light to reveal the stranger.*
Sabrina
*He took a few steps forward to get a better look into the camp. His large shodowy figure became a little more illuminated by the womans camp fire. He drew his sword just in case he had to defend himself.* "Well... I was looking for camp, but this ones taken." 

*His gruff voice pierced through the air with a disappointed, but not too angry tone. He stood there for a moment, looking around the camp and then the nearby woods. He was not sure if he would find a clearing as open as this.*

"What direction you headed?"
Carl
*As the man stepped forward, she could get a good look at him. 'A Brayer...' she thought to herself. His kind were known for their brute strength, and he was certainly not someone to trifle with.*

*Seeing him draw his sword nearly put a stop in her heartbeat. Her grip on her sword tightened briefly, but then she took a closer look at him: his stance was defensive. Realizing it was likely her own sword that put him on edge, she took a moment to think.*

*As she slowly lowered her sword, placing the tip on the ground, she said,* "Towards the city of New Salvania. If you are looking for a place to rest, you may rest here... But I request you do not do anything foolish — I doubt either of us are looking for trouble."
Sabrina
*He was very aware in the moment that had transpired before him. He moved slightly in place to get better foothold in the ground. He kept watching her as she spoke, almost not catching the words as he lowered his sword for a moment.* 

*He brought his sword down from its raised position with her proposition, and he was willing to share the space. He was very grateful that the woman was offering as well, but he was not going to let her know that right now.*

"I don't touch you... You don't touch me. I'm heading the same way, new jobs to be had." *He spoke as he slowly approached with his guard down. He did not trust her by any means, but he figured that this was better chances than whatever lied within the woods beyond his sight.*
Carl
*She nods at his proposition.* "It is a deal." *She sat back down, taking the sharpening stone once again, and returning to sharpen her sword. The repetitive scraping noises across the edge of the blade fills the night air.*

*After a short moment, she begins to speak.* "I imagine there are many artisans seeking prosperity in the great city of New Salvania — Macen's Glory, I've heard it be called. I hope it lives up to its title..." *She appeared to let down her guard for the most part, still sharpening her blade. After finishing her thoughts, she asks,* "So, you mentioned seeking work in the city? What line of work do you pursue?"
Sabrina
*He walked througout the camp looking over everything. He set his mat on the opposite side of of camp from the woman, and he took up a seat on a rock as he pulled out his own sharpening stone and began to work on his blade.*

"I hope that those words ring true beyond those large walls and all that prosperous nobility." *He chimed in as he looked over at her, watching her as she spoke.* "Well... Looking at me I am sure that you could assume my line of work. I am hired to protect the smaller men... For the right coin, and I take missions to clear out camps or infestations, all the sorts you would expect of your average mercenary."

*He wrapped the blade of his sword in a heavy cloth and laid it on the ground, looking over at the woman.* "And you? What brings you to travel?"
Carl
"A mercenary? Then it appears we have that in common." *The corners of her mouth perk up in the slightest of smiles, but only for a short moment.* "It seemed only right that I lend my sword arm for silver. In these times, protection is a sought after commodity, and recent talk of villains amid the country only strengthens the need for our work."

*She finishes sharpening one side of her sword, flipping it over to begin sharpening the other edge.* "I believe it was fate that set me on this path. Not everyone gets a sword such as this." *As she says that, she pauses sharpening for a brief moment, as the blade begins to glow a brilliant white light. The light fades away as suddenly as it began, and she quickly returns to sharpening.* "So I thought it to be a better investment to wield the sword rather than sell it — a steady source of silver over a lifetime is worth more than a single purse of gold, despite how much that gold may glimmer."