Arthur
*Eín The Bard could be found steadily making her way down the countryside roads, though, almost everywhere is countryside. She was dressed in what seems to be a green a woolen tunic and breeches. Nothing special to be said there. She was quite cold though, pulling her sleeves down to her hands to protect them. She wasn't... Smart enough to buy gloves.
It was relatively peaceful there, though she still carried her classic Broadsword of the Basket Hilt kind and buckler of the dinner plate-y kind, just for protection. 

She had rich purple eyes, which would sometimes glance around the area for anything dangerous. Her hair was tied and let to hang in what seems to be a pony tail. Nothing special there. She was also equipped with a large bag... Pack rat!*

"Aye... Next village... Where shall that be. Down this road yes?"
*She asked no one. Literally, she asked no one. She was simply thinking outloud while walking down a road that could easily be full of bandits right now*
Sally
"Off to start a war now, are you?" *Morwë cheekily called over to the passing bard.*

*Morwë sat against an old oak tree along the roadside with his horse quietly grazing in the distance. The High Elf was writing in his journal about flora and fauna, when he suddenly caught his eye of the passerby. Though his age regarded him to an elderly demeanor, his youthful appearance and witty mind suggested other wise.*

"If you're wanting to start a fight, then Labisha is in the other direction." *He looked to her, maintaining a sly grin on his face.*
Arthur
"Nay m'lord. Just travelling down tis road for great adventures of music."

*She stopped, turning to the man to answer, though, she made sure she was still in the position to sprint if something were to start up. 
She wasn't exactly the most perceptive of the lot, not really seeing the sly part of the grin. She simply returned a nice and happy grin of someone who can be trusted with your beer! Note: She can't be trusted with your beer.*
Sally
*Morwë gave a slight chuckle from the Bard's naive response. He has encountered a mere fledgling in his midst. A newcomer to the adventurers life.*

"You're new to this are you now, Miss... Miss..."
Arthur
"Aye, got into this business 12 fortnights ago." (24 weeks ago) 

*She said, leaning herself to a tree, her sword clanking against the wood. Good, the wood is hard!*

"Hard business! Harsh cold weather, terrible beasts who call themselves men, and of course... The worst... Horrible ALCOHOL!"
Sally
"Quite..." *He responded trying to sound interested.*

*Morwë then began to look down and continue to write in his journal. This wasn't the first time he heard this story being told to him.*

"Now so is it the gold or the glory that led you here? Err— or was it both?" *He asked her rather cynically.*
Arthur
"Well... Maybe. Actually... Aye. Gold is good for food and survival, and Glory tends to get me free alcohol."

*She said, nodding to herself. Of course, her true intentions is to travel the world, get stonks, and meet new people. That and find shiny things* 

"How 'bout you? What's your reason for travelling such barren roads?"
Sally
"Oh you know, my parents were murdered by an evil marauder and now I am hellbent traveling across distant lands seeking revenge. Perhaps restore my seat as the Emperor of Silnaria," *Morwë answered sarcastically.*

*He leaned in closer to look at the flower in front of him. Studying the plant with complete focus.*
Arthur
*Nod nod nod.*

"Aye. Interesting adventure indeed. Have fun with that"

*She said, actually knowing it was sarcastic this time. She produced a small book, writing something down... Probably making some sort of note. 
Nothing too interesting there. Flowers are much more interesting than good old Ein and her Book*
Sally
*Going to his knees, kneeling closer to flower, delicately plucking one of its petals.*

"Say Bard, are you well attuned to the story of Polygazhar and the 13 Liars?"
Arthur
"I'm not the most educated of them all, so no, I don't."

*Again, flower things are much more fun than tree standing things! But, something interesting about her, was she produced a cloak... And a large claymore, slipping that on. Oh well, she was now mucho protected from cold... And maybe people*
Sally
*Placing the petal carefully onto his journal and then putting it away. The High Elf slowly stood up, looking to the girl with this jaded interest.*

"Well Polygazhar is the supposed kin of Auctobal during the Century of Gold. He had 13 followers called the liars as you were already made aware of. Now during one of his teachings, Polygazhar challenged them to defeat him through unconventional means. 12 of them chose violently thus resulting in their bitter demise... Now all but one of his followers lived. Now this 13th follower chose not to consort in a bloody detail, rather he guised himself as a fool. When Polygazhar came to him one day, his follower murdered him in cold blood."
Arthur
"Interesting story indeed. 12 tried the direct, but the latter decided to act as a fool.".


*She said, nodding to herself. She kind of liked that story... Maybe if someone challenged her to kill them, she'll act as if she was a fool as well!*
Sally
*'What a foolish girl,' he thought to himself.*

*Morwë turned around to fetch his sword resting against the large oak tree. As he did, he wrapped the sword belt around his waist, calmly tightening it.*

"Interesting story it is... Much so that I made that story up..." *He said over to her.* "Polygazhar was never kin to Auctobal nor did he have 13 Liars that murdered him."
Arthur
"Made up or not, it's still an interesting story. Maybe write a book one day, I'd read it"

*She said, backing off from the tree, tightening her back back strap, which held her claymore. It was a pretty claymore.*

"I wouldn't know if it was false anyways, I'm not the most educated of people"
Sally
*He whistled his horse to come to him. As he did, he pulled the horse along back to the road.*

"Quite the Warrior's fool you are," *He remarked, trying to sound nice as possible.*

*The High Elf looked back and forth at the road way, pondering to some mundane predilection.*

"Since you're in search of a village, I might as well accompany you."
Arthur
"Not a warrior, but simply an armed musician. But if that isn't much if trouble for you and thou horse."

*She said, looking the horse up and down. She hasn't seen many horses, except on carriages and rich people. She's only had Ox's for the farm*
Sally
"Musicians don't carry claymores..." *Morwë commented.* "What's your name, bard?"
Arthur
"Well... I'm a special musician. I'm Eínillainis Tsúdahaéide. Interesting name, I know. Yours?"

*She said, slipping her hood up. Pretty cloak. Very green! Now she looks MYSTERIOUS! Mwahahahahaha*
Sally
"Put you're hood down, you'll look like a bloody vagrant," *The Elf snidely remarked.*

*The two pressed on the road, passing through a quiet birch forest.*

"I'm Ancano of Ruipaior," *He casually lied.*
Arthur
"Looking threatening and dangerous generally protects me from having to interact with less than nice people. And nice to meet you... Ancano of Ruipaior"

*She took not of her surroundings. Of course, this wouldn't be a place to use a large sword... Maybe her broadsword would be best*
Sally
*He looked to her gear in a rather doubtful manner. She is far too prepared to be on her own. Neither his days as a novice traveler had him prepare to such extent. The world is a dangerous and terrible place, but even the Elf knew it took no exceptions to those facing it.*

"How did you obtain all of your accoutrement?" *He curiously asked.*
Arthur
"Work as a musician pays well, especially when the drunk patrons throw money at you for some strange favours. They never get them if it involved something physical... Free money since they don't remember it the next day. 

Plus, I used to own a large farm down in the Tupla Region. Left it to my brother. Farming wasn't for me. Actually some of my equipment was made by me at home. As a woman, I was taught how to use a loom and sew! Wasn't good at it so mother had to help me make this cloak... And the woolen clothes I am wearing"

*She didn't start like this of course, but after a long while, she built it all up. But that was only really a half truth. She also borrowed some money from... A few... Would be bandits and thieves after... Deleting their body. She has a few blood stains on her collar and trousers*
Sally
*He looked to Eínillainis with his brow raised. The stain on the collar of her shirt told more than what she had likely said. She was curious girl indeed, but her naïvety raised rather different hair raising ideas into Morwë's mind.*

"You lived comfortable, I suppose," *He said to her.* "Not every farmer would find such success as how you described it."
Arthur
"Aye, helps being a large farm. Don't be getting any funny ideas though. I'm living as a nomad. No home you can ransack for the riches" 

*She nods, pulling her cloak up to... Cover her collar... She was thinking to herself... Did he see? Anyways, she won't probably know. Would be good to have a friend in adventures... Much safer than walking roads and having to slice people in half*
Sally
"I don't count on it," *He responded.* "Such things are for the hands of Macen and not mine. You know actually, back in Silnaria, farms there are built ten folds then here in this country. It's been said in a good year that the farmers back home receive three harvest seasons."

*He stared at the road, feeling this bitter sense of nostalgia crawling on to him. It was quickly brushed aside when he caught his senses to tug his horse slightly closer.*
Arthur
"Quite so"

*Too many words for her to understand. She knows what harvesting season is! But she knows nothing else"

"How about you? You seem... Very well off as a traveller. Horse, educated, well spoken."
Sally
*He pondered for awhile, thinking the possible ways of telling his story. Morwë didn't want to share too much, but there was this earnestness coming from the girl that confide him to such predicament.*

"Umm well... Let's see..." *He began.* "I was once an apprentice for this noble family back in Silnaria. A student I guess is the proper term. I was really close to this family, but they were also strict in a sense. Everything was fine until one day, one of their sons betrayed them. Everyone in the family were in grief because of what happened. So much so that I was told that I cannot be their student anymore."
Arthur
"So you are an educated man! Very interesting. I won't ask more. It's not my job as a peasant to meddle with the affairs of a foreign nobility. Silnaria... Is uhh... Where is that? I'm not good.. With places"

*She said, producing a large piece of paper, which possessed an unfinished map... She only completed a small part... Tupla and a straight line to where they are now*
Sally
"Silnaria is that big empty space on the top left," *He said, pointing at the map.* "Do you draw your own maps?"
Arthur
"I try... I'm not experienced... It's probably very wrong, but the thought is what matters and... Lantt Marchts"

*Hmm strange language she spoke right there. Anyways, yes it was extremely inaccurate, but the Land marks were in the right general area.*

"I'll be sure to fill out the rest of this world once I'm out of Salvainia... And try their alcohol"

*She said, giving him a great and hearty grin. She had a dream! Albeit not being the best dream, but still a dream!*
Sally
*Looking around the road,* "Well it's going to take you awhile... We're making our way to the heart of the country not outwards."

*Morwë waves his hands slightly above the map, casting a drawing charm onto it. There Eínillainis' map begins to fill out by itself with citys and geography properly labeled.*

"This will help..."
Arthur
*She stared at it with... Confusion. Is this the magic she has heard so much about. Woah...*

"Woah. How did- is this... The sorcery I hear my brothers speak of at the farm? Thank you very much good sir, now this shall help in my navigation to the taverns and Inns of the land!"
Sally
"Yeah, no. My magic only goes as far as cities and towns that I memorized," *He commented.* "Where did you actually say you started from?"
Arthur
"The Tupla region. Dhushaf I think. Great village I say. Try the barley beer. It's strong and great"
Sally
*He scratched his chin and then looked to her in a curious dismay. She doesn't quite realize it yet.*

"You haven't actually... Gone far here..." *He said to her inquisitively.* "If you've been at Dhushaf 12 fortnights ago, then you should realize that you might have been walking in circles.*

*He points again at the map,* "We're headed to Dhugech. One town over from your village."
Arthur
"Oh... Oh well. If I just... Turn a different way I should be getting somewhere else? Right?"

*She is absolutely dumbfounded. How could she have done such a thing! She isn't smart at all... But at least... She got money from bandits*

"Dhugech it is... I've never been there before. Interesting sounding place"
Sally
*Rolling his eyes,* "Not really... It's just a port town with a glorified ferry. Just because it takes people to the capital doesn't make the boat ride expensive."

*A thought came to him.*

"Speaking of which," *He muttered to himself.*

*He dug through the pouch on the saddle of his horse, there he felt his coins, counting them through mere touch.*
Arthur
*She heard ferry... Oh nooo bad memories are coming up. Oh nooooooo. Anyways, she sheepishly took out her money pouch... Okay... She has enough money. Back into her mysterious hiding spot it is!*

"The ferry... Is the thing that goes on water right?"

*She asked, nervously... She isn't... Exactly the best when it comes to water*
Sally
"You know I'm beginning to really doubt this naïve sheltered girl routine that you're doing now," *He bluntly remarked.* "It was cute at first, but now it's just making me question if you've been struck in the head very hard."
Arthur
"Nay, I'm generally like this. But the ferry is the thing that goes on water yes? If yes, I'm horribly sea sick. If no, I should be fine"

*She said, smiling. She is really just a mysterious person. Why was someone who was armed to the teeth be acting so... Strange? Is she really a nice person or just a deceitful person... Time will tell. I reckon, she is a nice person*
Sally
*The two walked on, slowly getting near Dhugech town border. Morwë slowed his stride down, feeling awfully suspicious of his traveling companion.*

"Why do I get the feeling you have this edgy dark side that I am unaware of," *He cynically points out.* "Obviously you don't realize that weapon-smiths here don't create expensive claymores to simple traveling bards, right?"
Arthur
"Aye I do realize such a thing. Had to supply the man with the materials he needed to build such a thing. Of course, he had the steel... The leather was hard to source."

*She looked at him, confused, wondering what got him to thing of such negative things*

"Everyone has an edgy dark side. I myself have one, but I know how to control myself. It's important when your job is to care for entertain"
Sally
*The High Elf looks to Eínillainis, who is half his height, trying to believe any random old blacksmith will be willing to give a giant sword to her.*

"I... I haven't mentioned this..." *He divulged, sounding more and more doubtful.* "But I happen to be in league with the Blacksmith guild... And with some 200-ish years of experience, I might say... You're simple village blacksmith here seems to have quite the skill of a fortuned castle smith."
Arthur
"Hmmm?"

*She asked, drawing her claymore. It seemed pretty ordinary. The blade was well made and the lower end was wrapped. It's a simple blade*

"This claymore wasn't exactly given to me. I commissioned and payed for it with hard earned gold. Though, it is higher quality, it still only took around 2 gold. "

*She said, with a grin, sliding it back into the scabbard. It seems.. The scabbard had a slit in it to make it easier to sheath when placed on the back. I wonder if he is going to ask about the basket hilt sword and buckler* 

"If you want to know about the sword and buckler, let's just say, the original bandit man didn't need it anymore"
Sally
*He stared at her in sure disbelief. Dumbfounded by her sheer aloofness.*
Arthur
"Believe it or not, this 'Naïve' woman is a skilled bard AND... Somewhat of a skilled fighter. Not a warrior though. O-ho ho no. I won't even compare to the knights of the Monarchs."

*She said, with a grin. She indeed is a really strange person. A bard with weaponry and... Blood on the collar?*

"Plus, my kit won't even protect most of my body from getting a slash from a long sword... Gambesons, cuirasses, and helmets aren't the best against fully armoured walls of steel with big swords"
Sally
"Okay..." *He answered in slight defeat.* "But I still find it strange that you learned all of this from a farm with no worldly insight from masters of those specific trades."

*He continued on walking, feeling some peevish irritability.*
Arthur
"Hehe, that's the mysteries of this woman. Though, you are fun. I like you. Maybe we should accompany each others on our travels! Great protection comes from two people... And great beers."

*She smiled to herself and mumbled to herself silently*

"At least it'll give me solace for my father... Great man" 

*She returned back to her ordinary self yet again*

"So this ferry, where is it? You still haven't answered my question about it!"
Sally
"It's in Dhugech," *He sighed.* "Northside of the city there is a port with a ferry master to delegate passage to the capital."
Arthur
"I see I see. Oh well, I won't pester you with more questions then"

*She said, pulling her hood a bit further to protect herself from some winds... Or anything. She also readjusted her sword sash! Basically think sword belt, but the belt is actually a sash!*
Sally
*Morwë mounts his horse and looks over to Eínillainis,* "I will go ride ahead. I have dealings in city that I must attend to. Perhaps we shall meet again at the town's tavern. The ferry ride must wait."
Arthur
"Aye aye, may we meet again in the future."

*She said, waving to the man*
Sally
*The High Elf then rides off into town, disappearing off into the distance.*
Al
`I was just thinking about how what to type, I'm here ' 3 '`

Theron had spent a day or two traveling to Ferry, due to the surprising lack of work he could find around the homestead he was calling home for the moment. He had enough coin to last for a long enough time, when considering rent, but the feeling of having nothing to do ached him.

For today, he wanted to find a few odd jobs or even a quest to spend his time on... Which was why he was waiting in the street, sat down comfortably and dragging his finger along the floor.

The man's head and most of his face was covered in a hood, which strangely enough had stitched on fabric to resemble some sort of canine. The cowl that the hood was attached to covered most of his upper body, so there was no telling what he could have up his sleeve... But the short-sword around his waist was a hint to what his usual line of work consisted of.
Arthur
*Travelling the roads of the city was the very mysterious EinEin. She herself found herself interested about the wolf man as she scouted out the Ferry. It indeed was a boat. She's not going to have a good day with that when she relocates Mr Elf Man.

After her moment of staring at the boat, she proceeded to stare at the Wolf Man. Maybe this man could be something good... Or maybe must a friend. She stopped for a moment... Thinking to herself, shaking her head and proceeds to move to talk to the man. Her equipment could be heard clinking as she walked*
Al
Theron stretched his arms to feel a bit better, guessing to himself that he was in this position for about an hour now. Investigating the clinking he had been hearing for a minute or so now, he looked over at Ein and checked her over. She didn't seem to have any sort of ill intent against him so he stood up to speak to the curious lady.

"Hello. Do you have anything you need help with? I've been waiting around this area for some time, but haven't had much to work off of or do."

His green eyes met hers as he waited for an answer, while folding his arms underneath his cowl. He had spoken out in a soft tone, not wanting to scare off one of the only people so far to have approached him for anything within the hour or so he had been sitting there.
Arthur
*Her... Shadowy Purple eyes met his Green eyes! Checkmate Green Eyes! She stopped for a moment and grinned go herself, resting her hand onto her sword for... That hand resting action that so many people want*

"Your get up... Are you a wolf man? Interesting wear. There are many jobs in this world... Like... Being a bard or a bandit" 

*In contrast, her voice was... A bit playful I suppose? She didn't sound aggressive but she was still pretty let's say... Up front?*
Al
*Theron's left brow would rise up... Why did she just start grinning to herself for no reason? She seemed to be rather satisfied with what she was looking at as well, but he couldn't quite tell why. Once she had finished speaking, he was a bit puzzled by why she specifically mentioned bards and bandits as well...*

"... I am no wolfman. Being a bandit would be against the law, and I do not have talent in instruments as of now... But what about yourself? Since you complimented me, you look a lot like a soldier. Do you belong in a company?"

*Having recovered from the initial confusion in her quite sudden burst in... What he assumed to be confidence... He responded in a way he thought was best. She might have brought up bandits for a reason, so he wanted to know who she was... And if there were bandits around here in similar clothing to him. Quite the conniption...*
Arthur
"Well no. Simply an Adventurer you see? A real Connoisseur of alcohol."

*She looked at him for a moment with a squint, wondering what he was. Why was he wearing a wolf cloak... What was he?* 



*She pulled down her hood, starting too feel a bit stuffy under it. She was a pretty person. Black hair, purple eyes. She was wearing something metal under her cloak... Something. Wonder what that was?*
Al
"I see... I suppose we're similar then. I am an adventurer as well, but I haven't been able to find much luck on jobs."

*Theron had calmed himself, it seemed that he wasn't being chased by someone after all... Most likely.*

"Have you been traveling long? If you are tired I would recommend the inn that's down the road, left, then right. I was planning on going back to the inn to see if something was needed of me."

*He had looked her face over for a few seconds, then focused back on her eyes. Not many people were interacting with him as of now, so it could be worth it to see if a fellow adventurer had any leads on where he could find work.*
Arthur
"12 Fortnights to be exact good sirrah. Sadly this adventurer as well couldn't find a job. An inn is too expensive yes? Adventurer's work is hard yet great for people like me. One day I shall taste the beers of the world!" 

*12 fortnights mean 24 weeks by the way. She herself couldn't see his face. But to her, she decided that maybe... Talking to the suspicious people could bring up some nice things.. Like travellers companions and... Friends? Or maybe some weird alcohol for her to drink on her down time* 

"I hear that the countryside tends to have an infestation of vagrants and bandits. Great way to practice and a great way to convince them to part with their worldly possessions"
Al
*Theron would sigh and mutter to himself for a bit, looking down at the ground... He did forget that when he was first doing work he would assist villages and towns with such problems. It would likely be best that he should continue that line of work if he really needed it.*

*Once tapping his chin a few times, he'd focus back on the lady in front of him. It was rude of him to just start mumbling to himself, but hopefully she didn't take it to badly.*

"Twelve fortnights? You've spent quite a lot of time on the road then... The inn here doesn't demand that much compensation for spending the night. Just keep quiet and be out by dawn with ten silver as payment, that was what I was informed by the owner."
Arthur
"10 silver is a lot. That's at least... A whole week's meal. Or a new sharpening stone. I prefer to keep moving. But maybe I'll try for one night anyways." 

*She didn't exactly really hear the muttering part of him since Cities tend to... Be loud you know? But she did seem interested in him. That's mostly because of his Wolfman Get up. But also maybe how she can't see any weapon on him... How does he expect to protect himself without weapons?*
Al
*Theron felt a bit disappointed with himself for not guessing that a lot of adventurers had a rough start, just like he did. That one quest he had done a week ago gave him a few gold pieces, so he had a lot of silver to rest on...*

"Forgive me for being rude if you don't have enough supplies... If you require anything I'll purchase it for you within reason. As for something I've forgotten to do for quite some time now, my name is Therron Farrid."

*He stretched out his hand from his cowl, implying a hand shake. Since she'd been out on the road and dealing with many problems for this long, the least he could do was give her similar rations and equipment to his. That should allow her to continue a long expedition, that since she mentioned so casually, was possibly her usual.*
Arthur
*She shook his hand with a very strong grip. Strong grip means power. That and it also means she is fed enough to have strength* 

"Tis is fine. I'm not raised to ask a person I met a few moments ago for favours. Plus, It'd be much more worthwhile for Adventurers such as ourselves to join together yes? But sadly, my luck is not of that. 

The name is Eínillainis Tsúdahaéide-Eíramain. Long name I know. I'm also not elven. Many people think I am"
Al
"I see... As for your luck, is it some kind of ability that deters people from you? I would not mind working together, since it would be beneficial to understand your strengths... As well, we could tackle larger and usually well paying jobs."

*Theron took note of her strength, and solidified his idea that she had similar gear to a knight or soldier under her cloak. Maybe aketon? She seemed to be giving information that she couldn't afford much, so anything plate was out of the question.*