Cheryl
*The scene is a dark city! It's practically midnight again. No one on the streets, save the poor and homeless people who still lurk. Ále has put his horse and pike in a rented spot for horses to stay safe. He also placed most of his other stuff there, hidden from view in his kilt. That includes his bow, quiver full of arrows, weapons, except for his Dirk, and pipes. He wasn't going to need that.

It's quite calming honestly. No one walking the streets, the whole city being quiet. Only sounds to break the silence would be the clack of Ále's shoes on the cobblestone ground... And well, Kaisa, who had joined him on the journey. What were they going to do today?*
Norbert
*A full moon shining, just like last night. Kaisa's armor isn't on her again, cause why would you wear it if not necessary? Her small shield is slung on her back, a silver knife on her belt, and what seems like an arm guard that's slightly thicker and ornate than normal.*

*Kaisa enjoyed the silence. Just like the woods. Ále's shoes could be heard, but it was just like the insects in the trees. Kaisa's steps were much softer, due to both her weight and her training. She liked this, no other people giving her the occasional weird look*
Cheryl
"So... Empty city. We're the only ones walking the street. What do you reckon we could do? Or talk about?"

*He asked, wearing his new fancy Trúdhs and his ordinary ghillie shirts. (Baggy shirts that have a string-tightened collar) He looked much more casual in this wear honestly.

His dirk was hanging on his belt of course. Where else is he going to carry a dirk? It was quite pretty! Elk handle... Zinc and Copper Damascus hand guard... Steel damascus blade. An effective weapon and a work of art!*
Manuel
"Hmm. Don't really know what to do. I don't think anyone will be up at this time, so I think we just walk around and talk. Maybe about our gear?"
Norbert
*That dagger was quite nice. Hers was as well, with a leather wrapped handle. Don't want contact with wood. The silver alloy blade shone brightly under the moon's light. Her "Arm guard" Was pretty basic, though the special feature wasn't. The shield, just a shield. Steel, pointed for combat*
Cheryl
"Hmm that doesn't sound half bad. Well, this thing here,"

*He said, drawing the dagger. It was quite a long specimen. The blade had a fuller and was clear of any chips or rolls. It's as if this was his prized possession*

"Was a gift from my late sweetheart back at home. Her father was a blacksmith. She gifted me this oath dagger because she said that once she got her own, we'd promise our lives together. That'd symbolised in the intertwining pattern of thr Damascus."

*He looked at the moon for a moment, as if he was looking up at someone*

"She died after a fire destroyed our village in the mountains. So did her family and any chance of me getting a romantic partner"
Manuel
"A big shame there. Must have been pretty. Pretty dagger. Must be important to you."