Hannah
Kohm shakes his head, mostly in pertinence to Neia's last line. 
"Travel longer and you'll find more dedicated students and scholars of the magical arts. Unfortunately, there does seem to be a few unsavory individuals on the loose, though it's not much of a surprise. Some people just end up being strung along by their lust of power and dominance, if not other selfish desires in the same vein. One Arthur Dax however, is a particularly reviled household name at this point..."

It should go unsaid how much of a known public menace Arthur was, such that it honestly didn't sound like embellishment nor exaggeration at this point. It was genuinely quite disgusting, that such a powerful fire mage would commit acts that went far beyond what the darkest jobs could excuse a mercenary of.
Fred
"Arthur Dax, was it? I'll keep that in mind, thank you."

*She turns a page in her book.*

"And I suppose I *Am* Relatively untraveled... I'm sure I will find more." 

*She closes her book, disappointed that she found no information of use, dispelling it once again to summon a new one: __The Clear Superiority of Sigils Over All Other Magic__, by Istlzalthor the Opinionated.*

*She then glances at the street, bustling only a few minutes ago, now almost entirely empty.*

"Well, at any rate, I'm sure we've both places to go, and the streets seem much more clear now."
Hannah
Kohm nods, knowing that they have pretty much exhausted all avenues for idle talk, and it was time to go their separate ways. 
He still had gifts to buy after all. That was not to say it wasn't invigorating and refreshing talk, though.
"Indeed. May you fare well on your travels, miss Aeneiros." Kohm deciding to end the conversation in a more formal tone, speaks. "It was unexpected, but it was quite nice talking to you. Perhaps our paths may cross again."
Fred
*She nods, beginning to walk into the barren street.*

"And you, mister Fidres. May fortune smile upon you."

*She waves goodbye, making note of her page, and closing her book, dispelling it. She continues down the road, going wherever her travels take her next.*
Hannah
Nodding a little, Kohm Fidres turns, before going his own way too. Unlike Neia, he wasn't travelling for now, but that didn't mean his life was any less interesting.

"Now, what should I get Felix? ...Fish dinner maybe?"
Jeffery
```end scene or something```
Tammy
*How far she's come, eh?*

*Hitoshi found herself idly standing around, staring at the store that she once visited so many months ago. How the time flies. Once, she was naught but a glorified scoundrel, which hardly a penny to her name and some basic weapons. Now, though? Well, she has certainly learned new things. Specialised her skills. Even came to terms with some of the aspects of herself that ordinarily she would've buried deep down and pretended don't exist. And... While her head was still full of nasty things to say about her, some of which she deserved, she was happy. Damn it, she was kind of happy with life now.

Well... Besides that "She" Part. Which.. Wasn't anticipated, but she had to work around it. There were a few too many times where the newfound female found herself staring at her own face in mirrors or reflections, inadvertently thinking about what a cute chick that woman was... Only for the logical side of her brain to promptly remind her that it was her own reflection. ~~A little embarrassing.~~

There was also the, err... More icky parts. One of which she was going through right now. Considering that Hitoshi was pretty new to this whole "Woman" Ordeal, that time of the month was still... Very, very powerful with her emotions. Uncontrollable crying over so much stupid things. Sometimes deserved. Sometimes... Not.

Hitoshi is brought back to reality by a forceful shove to the floor from some random unwashed thug, throwing her to the filthy paving underneath.*

"Watch it, you stupid bitch!"

*Lovely. Hitoshi brushes the dirt and filthy water off her face, before getting back up... And noticing a bounty poster hung up on a nearby alley wall. Bearing her friend's face.*

*The tears came slowly, but after a while, Hitoshi finally let it all out, the poster slipping from her grasp and uselessly floating away with the wind as she slid down the wall and wept. Before, she would've never done this, but now? Fuck it. This was a deserving moment, anyway.*
Mary
*Yeah, it had been a while since she came back to the city.*

*Artoria had found herself in the city once more, after days of aimlessly waiting by for the Boss's next job request. This hiatus had been going on for a while now; was it possible that he was dead? Yeah... That didn't seem too likely, considering how secretive the boss was about his identity. She recalled a story about a certain mafia boss that had acted the same way; in fact, in the story, the aforementioned mafia boss had his own identity split into two parts. That was how anxious the man was about keeping his identity a secret, though Artoria could guess with a bit of certainty that this wasnt the case with the boss. Oddly enough, the two entities in reality and in the story were both referred to as 'The Boss' - an odd detail, but a humorous one as well.*

*For the most part, she was settling quite well into her new body, a transformation she could never have been able to telegraph in her life. She didn't even know that magic that could change someone's sex existed in the first place. It wasn't mentioned in any of the books she had read as a child, but to be fair, they all specialized in mastering control over elemental magic rather than utility. She would never have thought about researching something like this when she was younger, but that might have also been due to the fact that she didn't necessarily research; it was more so she skimmed through what she found relevant to her own magic, leaving all the notes and theories and everything else alone. After all, you weren't going to recite an entire theory in battle; why did she need to study them in the first place?*

*With her new body, there were quite a few discrepancies which she had yet to grow accustom to. People hitting on her at bars, struggling to fit into her own armor (she procured an enchantment that made it quite comfortable a while back), and the fact that the face staring back into her when she saw a shimmering puddle of water was not her own. Technically it was, but she would never be able to grow use to the sensation of looking into a mirror and seeing a face that was not yours. It was quite... Surreal, to say the least. Leaving out the details of the more, ah, personal complications, everything was going somewhat well. She found herself gazing back at the general store where she had met Hitoshi a while back; he wondered if that crazy shop owner was still inside. It was quite nostalgic, wasn't it?*

*Her attention had snapped towards an oriate holding a poster in an alleyway, one of Artoria's old face. At first, she was thinking of taking her out right then and there; having to deal with another bounty hunter was NOT what she wanted to deal with today. However, that thought had disappeared once the oriate had let go of the poster, the piece of paper leaving her grasp and flowing off into the wind. A big bout of crying shortly followed, making Artoria truly realize who the voice belonged to. Once she heard that familiar voice, it was clear who it was: it was Hitoshi, and she was sobbing.*

*She reached her hand out to her friend, who was still in the alleyway, before pulling back; wouldn't it be a problem if she recognized her? Well, that wouldn't be realistic, would it? Artoria, even though she had the same mind as 'Arthur', was essentially a completely different person. Would it really be any harm to pose as a stranger to comfort her friend?*

*Walking towards the alleyway, she put her hand on Hitoshi's shoulder, gulping as she approached.* "Hey, anything wrong H-" *She was about to say 'Hitoshi', before realizing that it would be completely suspicious if she had. She stopped at the 'H' sound, anxious about what Hitoshi's reply was going to be.*