Timothy
*The road was more flat than the last one, as his wagon finally entered Alynthi borders, and out of the mountainous Gantrick. The landscape changed to show this progression, where once, they were in a land with snow as far as the eye can see, with mountains that create entire walls into the land.

 It was all being slowly replaced by a much warmer environment, with fields of green and gold replacing the once cold land, where mountains once held dominance over the land, forests were now overtaking such things.*

*And for Marghulis, he was holding the reins to his wagon, as his armored frame slightly shifted in his seat. It had been a few days since he accepted this quest, and it took a week for them to get from Findara, over to here in the eastern territories of Alynthi, having to pass through Gantrick.*

*He looked behind him to check on his passenger, she was scribbling in a small journal, with long red hair that reached just below her chest, long, knife shaped ears poking through the hair, denoting her as an elf. Her request was simple: bring her from Findara to Alynthi, and then tour her for a while.*

*It was a simple quest, and one that he accepted after checking all the details. He would bring his wagon, as it was going to be a long journey, and he needed food and shelter for himself. And his wagon was made for this, having the best equipment to suit such a long journey.*
Curtis
. Just so I see the channe
Ruby
You see, Eloise was no noble.

She could never afford the fancy carriage, those silly little butlers that speak in their cute accents. However, she was content with the things she was born into. A simple life in the forest. Though. You can't help but wonder what's on the other side of the fence.

Which brought her to do this. For past years, she had been saving up to buy a trip to a place she had never been before: Alynthi. She had seen his posters around the place, got in touch and here they were! The poor bodyguard probably was unaware of her schemes but he was still going to double as that silly butler aforementioned. Though, of course she wouldn't push it as far as to command him to bring her things. This was going to be *Their* Vacation, mostly hers however. 

Probably thirty minutes in, the trip was beginning to feel pretty long. In suit, she pulled out a worn out notebook and a charcoal pen. Starting to draw the man. 'Rough features.' She thought carefully as she begun to scribble his appearance down. It was quite hard to go off of memory, so she'd steal glances every now and then. But she had forgotten she had hired a professional, and they had made eye contact.

"Ah! Hello." She greeted with a teethy grin, allowing her pearly canines to shimmer in the spring like weather. "Was just checking on you, wouldn't want my driver to pass out yeah?" She chuckled awkwardly, *Goodness was she a bad liar.*
Timothy
*He looked back at her after turning to check on the road. He was able to get a side glance at what she was doing, and saw her drawing him. He squinted his eyes to get a better view, he doubted that she knew of his activities, nor of all the things he's done in the shadows. So she wasn't a spy or anything similar to that.*

*He then spoke, a deep voice that would have reminded anyone of drums being pounded in a deep cave, echoing across empty tunnels.* ***"We'll be making camp in an hour or so, Brerith is still two days away, and the sun is at its highest, and we'll need it while making camp."*** 

*It was a long day, and he already felt faithful slowly creeping into his body. He sighed thinking about how old he was getting. Back in his younger days, he could March for hours without end, but nowadays, even sitting on a wagon for a couple hours was already tiring for him.*

*He placed the reins on a wooden horn he had in front of him, as he already made sure that the draft horses he had were moving in the right direction. He moved to go inside the wagon, excusing himself to her, as he checked the supplies in the back, seeing his weapons, and a number of extra stuff he brought.*
Ruby
*Her pointed ears perked from their burrow of ginger locks, **"Camp?"** The thing is, she wasn't the most realistic thinker. In fact, she expected that he could just stay awake for days straight. Which, obviously he couldn't do. He was a.. Human? It was probably her hundreds of years catching up to her. Remembering new things and needing to forget the basics.*

*As silence filled the air, she decided to tell him something. Super hesitantly. **"I just want to ask, you're okay helping me set it up right?"** She chuckled awkwardly. Now that she was really thinking about it, she was a lady in a cart of a man she barely knew. Ah, memories. Kidding. **"It's alright if not, I can learn."** She could probably beat him up if she needed to, hopefully.*
Timothy
***"Do not worry, I can do it myself, if you want to help you can, if you don't it will be alright. I've gotten used to doing things on my own."*** *He said, readying all the materials they will use for making the camp, from an ax, to spikes for the tents, he was prepared for most things when it came to long journeys.*

*As he said that, he stayed there organizing every thing they would need, his helmet covered head moving between different pieces, as a small booklet fell from on the storage places. It looked old, the leather faded, as the cover was well used from years of service, within, held his writings, from his years in the army and the border war.*
Ruby
"Do you read sir?" Eloise had quickly the fallen booklet and took it into account. Her ears and eyes peeled for any potential threat, considering the fact night was falling. "I have a handful of my library in one of my crates, I could lend you one." Eloise tugged her hair into a bun, hiding her fiery locks from the cool of her hood. After all, she'd stick out like a sore thumb.

Night had befallen the quiet forest, the once choir like birds had quieted down into a faint howling wind. "Hope you don't mind, I'm planning to preform. I need to practice." Sheepishly, she smiled at him. And from her pouch, she pulled out a lyre. Carefully placing it atop her lap, her fingertips had begun to pluck at the nylon strings, creating a quiet but peaceful sound. It was a simple melody really, just a few progressions. But what topped it off was her faint humming. It was barely audibly over the carts clicks and creaks, the kind of thing you'd only hear if you *Really* Looked for it.
Timothy
*He only gave her a quick nod, as the wagon kept moving, with the clinks of the wheels and the soft, whispering sounds of her music in the ride. With him being silent for a bit, before remembering her asking him about his journal, and her offer to give them books from her own library.* ***"It is fine, while I do read sometimes, it would only be wasted on me."***

*He said, as he took a drink from the waterskin he brought, before taking out another one and offering it to her. While preparing some jerky he had made, wanting to eat a quick meal before he had to hunt for food later on, it was only morning, so he had a lot of time to make camp, and then hunt for some food. Maybe later in the evening, he could try out some carving. He was itching to do so, as it was somewhat similar to his stone carving hobby.*
Ruby
*Eloise tilted her head at this, **"Knowledge is for everybody. I wouldn't think it's a waste, no. I know so."** That had only made her insist to give it to him, pulling out a book about herbs. **"I suggest you read this. It has a few jokes here and there, but it could save your life with this kind of information."***

*The cover was made by textured wool, stitched together by silks. When you brushed your fingers over it, you could smell a hint of mint. At the front, the words 'Herb Basics' in an italic font was displayed. And at the back, it had a small pouch for storing herbs. **"Take it, I have millions of copies on it at home."** Crawling over to the front of the cart, she placed it safely beside his chair. **"Take it as a tip."** She flashed him a smile before slipping back into the back cart.*
Timothy
*He looked at the small booklet she gave him. It was an herbology one, something he's never read anything about, as herbs weren't really something he gave much thought about. Especially with his current school of magic, which utilized in death itself, the anti-thesis of life. It was a little ironic, learning how to heal people and use herbs as medicine, while wielding dark magic that could kill and take life.*

***"I find it impossible for you to have as you say 'A million' copies of a single book."*** *He said while looking outside the wagon, and saw a rather good place for them to camp out in, he moved to the reins, and diverted them to the area. And in a few minutes, they stopped in a small clearing on the side of the road. And so he began work on the camp, placing the tent for himself, as she'll be staying within the wagon itself. While he traced out areas where he'll be digging a small trench around them, just as a precaution.*
Ruby
*She softly chuckled, shaking her head as she watched him do hid explorations and set-ups. **"You better believe it. My mother loved to read. I have millions of copies of that same book in my room, all annotated differently in different years of her life."** Her eyes seemed to twinkle fondly as she recalled her late mother.*

***"Enough about me."** She began to sift through her curls, straightening them as she watched the sunset reach through the trees. **"Tell me, do you have anything you find as fond as that? Or perhaps are you just a gruff soldier with no heart."** Her voice gruffed, grinning from ear to ear. How childlike, honestly.*