Christine
Solden sat on a rock, chewing a piece of bread. *I swear, I'm never going to go in the forest without my honing steel.* She dug in her bag, and put some cheese on the bread as well. When finished, Sol leaned back against a tree and listened to the birds and took in the scenery.
Andrew
*He had been traveling a while. Perhaps because he had just run into an old friend, but mostly because the constant movement made him feel more secure. The 'Oni' to the untrained eye moved with fair quiet that came from familiarity of the woods and how to move in them. Despite it, some twigs did crack from his feet. He paused seeing a bit of color that did not match the woods.*
Christine
Solden was listening to the different bird calls, when she heard something that was quite different. Upon hearing twigs cracking, she stowed her things and got up, keeping her hand close to her sword.

"Who's there?" She called. *I do not feel like fighting,* Sol thought, advanced forward slowly.
Andrew
*He cocked his head, brows raised at the woman standing with a sword and now advancing.* "A traveler. If you're looking to run me through and take my belongings, be quick about it. I don't have time today to lounge about bleeding all over the woods." *He says, voice dry and smirking.*
Christine
Solden laughed and groaned at the same time, straightening up. "Only if I have to," She replied. "But I'd rather not, seeing as I have stumbled upon a fellow traveler. Any special places you're going?"
Andrew
*He let some tension leave his shoulders, but could still feel his skin prickling. An odd side effect he had yet to understand.* "Well, let me know if you change your mind." *He says with a shrug before pausing.* "Just back to a camp. I'm not nearly as satisfied staying in one place as my fellows are and I enjoy my wanderings. Yourself?"
Christine
"I'm going to a bar in Salvainia. Apparently, they have very good beer, and I'm hoping they live up to their claims. I'm planning on going to Silnaria next, and then perhaps on a boat. I've never actually been on one." Sol rifled in her bag for a few seconds before taking out a rolled up map and unfurling it. "See, I've got a whole tour ahead," She joked.
Andrew
"Well, it sounds like it." *He comments, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.* "Boats are not terrible, but they can become boring for long distances unless something interesting happens. As for Salvainia... Been about there, but not often lately. Either way, it ought to be fun for I imagine."
Christine
"Yeah, I'm hoping there's more interesting things to do. It's become a bit boring nowadays, and I can only find either slightly different beer and a few new places. I'm thinking of maybe joining a cause so I have something to work towards. I don't want to just travel and be forgotten."
Andrew
"Ahh, being forgotten isn't a terrible thing. At least, not really." *He looks up at the sky.* "As for things to do, really depends. A Macen named Alde is looking to make a mercenary group apparently. But depends on your goals I suppose."
Christine
"Well, I want to be remembered for something great. As for my goals..." She paused. "I think I might want to try working with people to create something, like a guild or a school. That sort of thing."
Andrew
"A school huh?" *As he leans against a tree, letting himself relax.* "A school for what, exactly?"
Christine
"Well doesn't *Have* To be a school. I just want to participate in something that can include plenty of people, or maybe just helping other people."