Alfred
"Life without change?...I don't see anything wrong with that! It gets lonely in the manor sometimes. When my lord isn't present. But I thoroughly love it there, I have a system of my own in place you see? Every morning I'm awake at dawn, and I have a routine; a cleaning routine, to maintain my home's cleanliness. My lord is very proud of me because of it, I take a lot of pride... Maybe you can come visit some day and see for yourself?" **Mercy offered, another heap of flower seeds hitting the floor below, some unintentionally bouncing off of Arlas' footwear, Mercy seen.** 

"Pardon... What do *You* Do for a living?"
Sammie
"Perhaps I shall... I've been meaning to see how Macen nobility conduct themselves."

*Arlas chirped gently, accepting her offer with another smile - again lowering his guard as she disarmed him further. The patter of the seeds would be followed by a mild grumble from the elf, the seeds sticking to the flecks of mud on the cap.*

"I need to find a stream or something..."

*He complained little, his current state lowering the amount of disgust he garnered from simple seeds on his attire. At the question of his profession, his attention snapped back to her, smiling proudly as he explained.*

"Well, when I can, I'll do mercenary work on account of my swordsmanship, but I partake in duels most frequently. By sabre or smallsword, I'll accept any challenger with the mettle for it!"

*His chest puffed out as he hummed confidently, glancing to her again to watch her reaction. In all honesty, Arlas didn't think much of his combat skills, but with few other skills worthy of a High Silnari, at the very least he could continue his family's military tradition in some manner.*
Alfred
"You'll find plenty of streams near here mister Arlas, or in Pepor there are erh... Privies with running water through pipes to clean yourself! We're not far out as a matter of fact, another... One and a half kilometres and we'll reach the outskirts." **Mercy flattened a hand and raised it to her brow, making squinty eyes, she peered off beyond the trees round them, searching for the top of one of Pepor's citadel buildings. She couldn't make any out, and lowered her hand with a feeble huff.**

**Listening to Arlas elaborate on his livelihood, Mercy may not have had the reaction he was hoping. Challenges, battle of attrition, violence – especially those where blood is normally shed tends to occur. She gave him an indifferent glance with her eyes, body language insinuating forced amusement as she chuckled lightly. Her hands continued to drop seeds.**

"Heheh... Yes, well... I suppose that's fun for you mister Arlas. I couldn't kill anybody, I haven't had the chance to nor would I if I did. People like yourself, my lord, my Uncle wherever he is, you're a different type of brave. To take someones life? It's... Just bad. Horrible! How do you do it mister Arlas?"

**Mercy seemed emotional now.** "My dad..." **A sigh escaped.** "I'll never forget my father's dying face. I'd... Never once seem him that afraid. **Never."**