Thomas
Nieve Vassal
Maker's Mark, Southern Willows, The Kingdom of Phallathorn

Nieve put her hands on her hips, scowling down at the figure. He wasn't from Phallathorn, that was for sure, not with those manners. Nieve jutted a finger out to the man's face.

"No." She said. "I've a whole list of chores to take care of, and I'm already behind thanks to you and Nan."

Nieve hooked an arm under Aurelian's and tried to pull against the mass of weighted muscle. While she struggled she kept talking.

"You want your answers? Help me and I'll tell you everything you need to know. Or you can fuck off and try to figure it out yourself." She Said through gritted teeth.
Dennis
**Aurelian Kallandrim
Maker's Mark, Phallathorn???**

Aurelian blinked at Nieve as she scowled at him and jutted a finger out towards him, but he did not really have much of a reaction to it. As far as he was aware, this was just another young lady, though likely under some form of Vik's influence. What other conclusion was the masked-up warrior to draw? Surely Vik sent him somewhere that was familiar to Vik, not to himself, but it was still familiar to at least one party out of the two. Either that, or Vik just dropped him off in the middle of a spot unknown to both of them, and was just waiting for him to come back. Or he wasn't waiting at all. None of that was really the Paladin's concern at this point.

Once the proposal came, an offer of information for help, Aurelian was about to answer affirmatively, before Nieve saw fit to try in vain to lift him up to his own feet. As gently as he could, Aurelian shifted his arm away from hers, leaned back down towards the ground, and kipped up to his feet, standing at his full height before the girl. Or lady. Aurelian couldn't tell; everyone around here looked similar in terms of age to him.

"Chores?" Aurelian inquired. "Like... Killing some local beast or something of the sort? Or..."

After a pause of contemplation, and also to just shut himself up, Aurelian continued, "Just tell me what you need help with. If you can offer information on this place, I can help you with your chores."
Thomas
Nieve Vassal
Maker's Mark, Southern Willows, The Kingdom of Phallathorn

With a soft thud and a quiet gasp, Nieve fell onto her rump in the brush. A single strand of hair falling over her face that she dramatically blew at until it reset onto her scalp. Arising, she made a show of brushing off the dirt from her behind and lap, and put her hands on her hips again. She finally got a proper look at the man now that he stood, and wrinkled her nose at him.

"Aye, big strong guy, no doubt you could kill a Shadow no problem, but no. Mixer says he has a new batch for our farm, my cow is too hot to pull in this weather so it's up to you and me to pull the cart." She took a few steps towards the village direction and gestured. Her path was somewhat secluded, but through the brush it was easy to tell the markings of laid wood and thatch of artificial buildings a few hundred feet down the path.

"Mixer's house is by the checkpoint by the path. We'll need to pass through the market square and look out for the bright yellow door. Hopefully no trouble on the way."

After a moment she couldn't help but ask.

"You're not from Phallathorn?"
Dennis
**Aurelian Kallandrim
Maker's Mark, Phallathorn???**

The brief toppling over of Nieve was only noticed by the time Aurelian had leapt up to his feet like some kind of creature. Naturally, he did not mean to knock her over, so he felt a tinge of regret.

"Apologies," Aurelian stated. "I didn't mean to knock you down."

Once that was mostly settled, Aurelian listened to Nieve explain what exactly she needed help with, as well as the path the two of them were to take to get to where they needed to go. At this point, the... Girl(?) was the guide and he was the learner, so he figured it best to follow her lead.

As for the rather obvious question, Aurelian nodded, answering, "Correct. I'm from... Elsewhere. I can't entirely remember where I was born, but I came here directly from Vik's Garden."