Alex
In the forests of northern Salvainia, near a fork of the gravel road facilitating trades between villages and towns in the region, there existed a simple roadside tavern. One like any other, a waystation whose billowing smokestack beckoned travellers to approach and rest their weary feet. The Snarling Boar, so simply named after the coat of arms depicting one being skewered by a spear,was neither new nor particularly venerable, its timber-framing having only been set into place 2 generations prior. This evening, it's vicinity was quite subdued, though it was hardly an unusual occurrence for such establishments, who simply bore witness to quiet days at times, where no caravans, pilgrimages and bands would pass through this junction of the road. Thus, the only sign of activity came from the ever-rising fumes from the chimney, and the faint, placid breathing of the horses in the stables, and... An enormous cloaked figure, twice the height of a regular man, who stood next to the stables, humming as he fed regular carrots to a regular stallion- a draft horse resting after a hard day of labour, lazily munching it's offerings.

*A lone figure approached on foot from the west. From afar it was obvious she was foreign to these lands, a kemonimi wearing peculiar armour and attire. Her weapons were slung over her back and more fit for a battlefield than for personal defence while travel.

She approached the Snarling Boar, noticing the telltale signs that it was a tavern. She quickly rummaged through a bag to make sure she had enough money. Her gaze then looked to the large figure by the stables. He was so tall that it gave her pause, standing there for a moment and just staring.*
Earl
The moving tower stalled in sudden awareness, and slowly turned, in a smooth motion much akin to a turning millstone. A bushy face of a volume that befitted a wild troll came into view, juxtaposed with the good grooming of a gentleman, for each glossy strand was neatly combed into place, altogether sortied into a sea of marching columns.

"Ah." He begun, rumbling like a calm stream rushing over jagged rocks. "First time seeing a Titan, hmm?"
Alex
The moving tower stalled in sudden awareness, and slowly turned, in a smooth motion much akin to a turning millstone. A bushy face of a volume that befitted a wild troll came into view, juxtaposed with the good grooming of a gentleman, for each glossy strand was neatly combed into place, altogether sortied into a sea of marching columns. "Ah." He begun, rumbling like a calm stream rushing over jagged rocks. "First time seeing a Titan, hmm?" 

"A titan? I saw someone like you back home, didn't believe it at first." *She said, she'd stopped staring by this point.* "Are you a local?" *She asked, stepping a little closer.*
Earl
The titan simply nodded in silent understanding and folded his arms in practiced motion. "Not by the strict sense of the word, but I've been around for... Hmmm." He paused, as if to reach into his memories. "A decade or so, give or take."

He then fixed his own discerning eye on Hara in muted curiosity, for a Kemono in gear of runranian make not was exactly an everyday sight in Ramul Ta either, and her question hinted that she was likely a foreigner herself.

 "If I may be so presumptuous, miss, you aren't quite from around here either?"
Alex
The titan simply nodded in silent understanding and folded his arms in practiced motion. "Not by the strict sense of the word, but I've been around for... Hmmm." He paused, as if to reach into his memories. "A decade or so, give or take." He then fixed his own discerning eye on Hara in muted curiosity, for a Kemono in gear of runranian make not was exactly an everyday sight in Ramul Ta either, and her question hinted that she was likely a foreigner herself. "If I may be so presumptuous, miss, you aren't quite from around here either?" 

*She gave a slight nod.* "I'm not from here, mhm. I just needed to get away from home, so here I am. I'm a sellsword." *She did have quite a big sword!* "Do you know anyone who needs one?"
Earl
The titan raised an eyebrow, as a thoughtful look settled on his features. "A sellsword... Funny you should ask me." He shook his head in mild amusement, seemingly indulging in a private joke briefly, though he declined to explain.

"Have you heard the news recently? It seems that a band of brigands have set up around these neck of the woods the past few weeks. They've got the good sense to avoid too much heat at least- been keeping away from excessive violence and targeting larger groups, but commerce has slowed enough that people are noticing."